Jim Tuttle knew the bear that mauled him.
Its nickname was Buddy. Tuttle and the hunters he guided often spotted the small female grizzly in the rolling tundra northwest of Anaktuvuk Pass.
They joked that it was the most photographed bear north of the Brooks Range. It had even snuck into camp, stealing the hanging chunks of caribou meat that Tuttle would save for dinner.
The hunters would toss rocks or clap their hands to scare the bear away. But it had never been aggressive -- until two weeks ago, when Tuttle, walking alone along a creek, heard a grunt and turned to see Buddy charging straight at him, snapping her teeth.
He hoped it was a false charge. It wasn't.
Read the whole story at the link. Like my friend Jenny says, Alaska can turn "stupid" into "dead" faster than anyplace else. Tuttle was lucky.