Bigfoot vs Bear

Bigfoot vs Bear Sullivan Von Balen grew up and lived his adult life all in the western part of Canada. He worked as a guide in the year 2012 where he took fishing and hunting parties to various parts of the wilderness where it was unlikely to see any other human beings. The summer of 2012 he was with a fishing party on Blair lake. They had been there for several days so he had accomplished all the necessary little chores that make it more comfortable while so far from civilization. On most occasions Sullivan kept a rifle with him plus he carried an automatic nine millimeter on his belt. He had a bowie knife which he kept inside his shirt because he said he liked to feel it next to his skin so he knew it was there. He also carried a fold out shovel and supplies to start a fire. He had more supplies in a pack but the day this story took place he was on a bathroom run during an afternoon where he was suppose to be scouting for another spot to fish. To get to that spot he had to cross an open valley which had some trees but was largely an open meadow. Half way across the meadow, nature called so he stopped and unburdened himself of his rifle, his pistol and of course, his pack. As he was doing his business he suddenly heard a noise from behind him. He turned to see a full grown male brown bear standing up on his back feet. Sullivan jumped to his feet pulling his pants up with him as he went while at the same time sprinting away toward a tree that was not too far away that promised to be big enough to hold his weight but not so big around he couldn’t get up it quickly. He left his rifle, pistol and pack there where they laid. As he raced for the tree he chanced a look back and saw the bear was coming but not at full speed. He reached the tree and quickly got himself up about ten feet off the ground. The bear lumbered up and still showed no real aggression. Just a lot of curiosity as to what this guy was doing? Meantime Sullivan wasted no time climbing up a ways further and then he pulled out that Bowie knife and started whittling a limb which was slightly smaller around than the skinny part of a baseball bat. When he got the limb cut free of the tree he began to whittle off everything until he had a spear-shaped piece of wood. Next he tore strips of his t-shirt so he could use them to secure his Bowie knife onto the end of the spear. The bear was busy checking out the tree. It stood on hind legs and did what looked like a shadow-boxing routine then he dropped down to all fours again for a few seconds. Next he went back up to a half-standing stance. He rested his front legs and paws on the tree trunk. Then he began to rock the tree by pushing on the trunk and then letting it spring back. Sullivan held tight as the tree swayed forward and then sprang back as the bear would push on the trunk forcing his body to jump away from the tree trunk which allowed it to spring back without any force stopping it. Twice Sullivan almost dropped the spear. He finally got the Bowie knife tied onto it securely enough he felt confident he could stab at the bear without the knife falling off the spear. Just in case he sharpened the end he would be holding so if the knife got dislodged from the spear, he could turn the spear around and still have something sharp to poke at the bear. The knife was a much better point to use however because it was very sharp and would definitely inflict pain on a soft bear nose or maybe even an eye. Once he had his spear constructed, there was time to observe. Sullivan saw the bear was healthy and looked well-fed. He thought that might explain why the bear had not been in any hurry to catch him. It still was showing incredible patience for a bear but it was becoming clear the animal was not losing interest. He tried talking to it. He told it to go home. He explained he was not going to taste good and that he was certain he would cause indigestion but the bear showed no concern for his and it started to shake the tree again. Then he got his first roar. It is one thing to have a bear chase you up a tree. Of course it is terrifying but you don’t get the full rush of fear while the bear is remained calm. While he is still acting like he might just lose interest and go do something worthy of a bear. It is a complete different game when the animal rares back and bares those teeth and lets go a good roar. Sullivan could actually smell rotting flesh on the breath of the big wannabe man-eater. His fight or flight meter was bouncing in the red. And then things got bad. The bear began to climb. The tree had been a good choice because it had lots of limbs coming out of it in all directions. The bear had to either navigate around them or brute force his way over them. First he did the latter and then he did the former. When that first paw got close enough for the spear to reach, Sullivan went to work. He stabbed the bear in the paw every time it tried to gain a hold to pull itself up. The big beast would roar his displeasure when the knife plunged into its furry paw. Relentless and strategic, he stabbed at the paw drawing blood and some serious hate as the bear was now roaring steadily at him. Sullivan did not back down a bit. He kept stabbing at the bear’s paw and it resulted in a bear sitting in the tree holding a paw out and bellowing for all it was worth. Sullivan tried to match the animal’s ferocity by screaming back at it. He growled, he roared, he screamed at the bear. Both of them were in an audible battle that was epic when they noticed it was there. Sullivan saw it first. His blood-thirsty scream at the bear promising a bloody, painful end of the day fell away like he had just seen a T-rex come charging at his tree. The end of his ferocious screams caused the bear to stop roaring and it actually followed Sullivan’s gaze. When it saw the creature it fell out of the tree. The bear never took its eyes off the creature even as it picked itself up from the fall. The roaring which had been promising bloody hell was now completely silent. The bear stood on its back legs and held out its front paws, especially the bloody one, like it was showing the creature it had reason for going after the human. “See? See what he did to me? I am in every right to be trying to eat this guy.” Sullivan, watching what was unfolding, began to speak on his own behalf. “I didn’t start any of this. He came after me. Any blood shed was done so in the course of protection. I didn’t chase him up the tree. He chased me!” The big, hairy beast stood like he was the police and the court all wrapped into one. Any justice handed out here today, would be done so by this creature. He looked first at Sullivan, then at the bear. While still staring the bear in the eyes, something no bear expert would suggest one do, and the beast let go a roar that dwarfed anything the bear had shouted that day. The creature roared and then beat on its chest with one arm. Then it bent down a little bit like it was getting ready to pounce. It roared again and barred its teeth at the bear. It seemed to be daring the bear to make a move. Instead of showing an act of aggression. the bear was backing down. Sullivan was astounded to see the very healthy brown bear decide to back down and back away from the ape. It stood there a while longer, looking at Sullivan. It didn’t show any further signs of aggression. The animal never made any actions to infer it had any intention of hurting the man. However he stayed up in the tree until the beast was gone out of sight. The day was almost spent by the time Sullivan got back to the camp. He had quite a story to share.