In the wilderness of western Montana, where big game roams a rugged land of granite and jack pine, two hunters tracked a trail of blood. For five hours Viv Squires and Ken Scott moved cautiously through the brush, trailing the huge brown grizzly bear they had wounded that morning. Viv Squires, 45, was no marksman, had not hunted for ten years; he carried a .30-30 Winchester carbineĀa deer rifle and hardly better than a peashooter, he kept thinking, against the 8-ft., 700-lb. grizzly. But 29-year-old Ken Scott, lean, muscular and a good shot, felt confident. He carried a more...
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