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Scott was a guy in our last ward in Utah. He spends his summers running a lodge in Canada, and his winters in Utah/Nevada/Colorado/Idaho doing Mountain Man presentations at elementary schools. I am still not sure how he gets his money...

He's an amazing man and a FANTASTIC story-teller. His book is great - if you're looking for a fun read....

http://www.scottgrizzly.com/blog

Here's a sample:

Letter from Gilda in Westminster, Colorado
Posted by Scott Grizzly - February 24th, 2011
Hello Mountain Man,
My name is Gilda and your stories inspired me to try an experiment to see what kind of food bears like to eat. I decided the best way to do the experiment was to have a taste test. So I took my four-year-old brother Petey (better known as Stinky Pete), into the woods and tied him to a tree with a Twinkie in one hand and a Ding Dong in the other hand. Petey began to whimper and whine like he always does, which attracted a black bear, a brown bear, and a polar bear. The black bear went straight for the Twinkie, the brown bear gobbled up the Ding Dong, and the polar bear ate Stinky Pete. My experiment proved three things: black bears like Twinkies, brown bears prefer Ding Dongs, but polar bears will eat about anything. I hope you liked my experiment.
Your friend,
Gilda
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Dear Gilda,
I really liked your experiment. But to prove your hypothesis you need a control group to see if your results are accurate and conclusive. Do you have any other brothers beside Stinky Pete? Good luck with your future experiments. You have the potential to be a fine scientist.
Your friend,
Grizzly


Letter from Bucky in Star Valley, Wyoming
Posted by Scott Grizzly - February 6th, 2011
Hi Mountain Man,
My name is Bucky and my story is this: One day my dad shot a coyote in our field and put it in the freezer. He was going to skin it, but he left it there for three years. My mom didn’t like it and threw it in the garbage. But my dad found it and put it back in the freezer. Anyway, for their anniversary they went on a trip to a hotel and gave each other presents. My mom got some flowers and a pearl necklace. My dad got the frozen coyote. That is my story.
Your friend,
Bucky
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Dear Bucky,
That is the most romantic story I have ever heard. When I read your letter to my wife there were big tears in her eyes. She could hardly control herself she was so overcome with emotion. I have never seen a letter affect a woman like that. I told her that I would have put a coyote in the freezer years ago if I had known how it would make her feel. I am going to surprise her with a big badger that got hit on the canyon road yesterday when I was driving along the Provo river. I will hide it behind the frozen turkey on the bottom shelf. It will be a Thanksgiving surprise! Thanks for the the good idea.
Your friend,
Grizzly

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