Grrrr!

Bear BonkerI spotted a rock that shouldn’t have been there: in a field of crumbled pink granite, a smooth gray stone. I pried it up. It was the butt of a buried stone axe, roughly whacked from a river cobble.

Once these mountains were full of grizzlies. Given its nasty point, was the axe a bear bonker? Should we hope not, for all concerned?

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