She saw it in the distance, a tree too misshapen to be an actual tree. The bear looked like a grizzly bear, a male, and a big one, probably bordering on nine hundred pounds. Catskill’s heart skipped a beat; a monster of that size might take more than one shot from her blunderbuss to go down, leaving her with a predator that was furious on top of already being rabid. The bear roared and clawed at the tree; it tilted dangerously. “HOLD! TIGHT!” Catskill screamed.