He was a Kodiak-lookin fella, bout 19 feet tall. He rambled up over the hill expectin me to do one of two things: flip or fly, and I didn't do either one. It hung him up. He starts sniffin round me tryin to smell fear, but he ain't gonna smell no fear, cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man. It hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. So I approached him and I said, Mr. Bear, I love every hair on your 27 acre body.