The second time I encountered a brown bear, I think I was also near Andre's shelter, digging for potatoes.
And now this made it the third time.
'Could it be... that Andre guy is actually a jinx?!'
Although his own luck wasn't great either, having run into a Black Bear and the Yukon Wolf Pack, that was nothing compared to a group of brown bears. There was no contest.
Compared to last time, these few brown bears were clearly a size larger. The fat on their bodies jiggled as they walked, having accumulated a thick layer.
Just like before, he held his breath and carefully backed away.
With the thick layer of snow providing a buffer, he didn't have to worry about stepping on dry branches or leaves and making a sound that would alert them.
With the experience of the last two encounters, he wasn't the least bit panicked. He knew in his heart that at this time of year, the brown bears only had eyes for the plump and delicious King Salmon.
