That would be Griz. Although not the largest, Griz was the most powerful bear I've ever worked
with. He also had a mind set like a steel trap and determination that would make most of us
instantly successful if we could harness it. He and his sibling Cheyenne came in at 10 weeks old.
They had a very traumatic experience that caused them to become orphans. They were both a
handful from day one, but Griz in particular. I learned early on that I better know what I was
doing when it came to Griz and for sure I better know what he was thinking at any given
moment. During his time with me, he ran me through the gambit of emotions. There wasn't a
single day I didn't feel amused, frustrated, angry, startled, touched, and amazed by this
wonderful bear. When he was wired up, bears scattered and I scattered, all of us looking for a
safe haven.
The funniest experience happened one fall day while I was cleaning up bear scat. After I empty
a 20 pound sack of dog food, the sacks are used to hold the bear scat I pick up 2-3 times each
day. It usually takes me about half an hour to make my way around the enclosure. I always
made sure I knew where Griz was and what he was doing. On this day he was sitting on one of
the logs minding his own business, acting totally unconcerned with me or the other bears. I
merrily made my way around the enclosure, dragging the sack of bear scat beside me as I went.
Every now and then I glanced at Griz who had changed places, but wasn't anywhere near me
and didn't appear to even notice I was around. Lulled into my false sense of security, I finished
making my way around the enclosure, ending up back at the main door with a hefty sack full of
bear scat. What I didn't know was that at some point, Griz had managed to claw a hole in the
bottom of the sack without my even knowing he had been near it. Then he went back to his log
and watched while I put scat in one end and it came out the other end. I turned around as I
was leaving and there sitting about a foot away from me was Griz. Beside him was a long
stream of bear scat that stretched from the bottom of my sack to the back of the enclosure. The
hole was small enough and there was enough scat that the sack was still heavy so I had no idea
of the prank he had pulled on me. However, it was quite apparent from the position he took so
close by as I was leaving, that he was well aware of his accomplishment and quite amused by
the whole thing.
The scariest was just before preparing the bears for hibernation. We taper the food supply and
eventually stop feeding. It's necessary to simulate what happens in nature or they won't
hibernate. On the last day I feed, I will check the enclosure for any repairs, say my goodbyes to
each bear, and make sure everything is in place for me to walk away. For the next two weeks
they are in hibernation in the enclosure. Following that we take them out and place them in
dens in the mountains to finish hibernation there. On this day, I had already said all my
goodbyes, but took one last opportunity to acknowledge Griz. As I walked past him, I tapped
him on the rump while he was eating the last apple and said something like "Griz, you've been an
experience I'll never forget". Before I could even blink, he raised up on his hind feet, pushed me
back against the wire and held me there. He had that cocky tilt of his head and the "don't mess
with me" look in his eyes and his snout was nose to nose with me. That was just Griz and I knew
he wouldn't intentionally hurt me. He was just treating me like he did any other bear who
bugged him, but it was so unexpected that he startled me badly, I think my heart stopped
beating for a moment. I'm still surprised that I didn't wet my pants. Then he dropped down and
continued eating his apple. I collected myself, breathed again and started to leave the enclosure.
As I walked past him, I said, "Griz, leave it to you to be Griz to the end". Showing my stupidity
Once again, I touched him on the rump as I walked past. I had taken about 5 steps when I
heard him coming. Being old and decrepit, I didn't know I had it in me to run that fast. Once
before he had tripped me and then sat on me...not the most pleasant of positions to find yourself
in. Luckily, he was quite happy to just sit on me, but I wasn't risking that again. I just got the
door open and bolted through before turning to latch it as he raised up in front of me. He leaned
against the chain link door, putting the full force of his weight against it. When we were eyeball
to eyeball, I swear I saw the biggest smile on that bear's face! I must admit when we denned
him, there was a tear or two as I watched him go. I doubt there will ever be another quite like
him. My guess is, to this day he is scattering bears wherever he goes.