I was on the north wall, next to the water cistern, down to a gate hinge, and decided to cut a huge hole for a door to go outside. It was about four by four in size. The above logs stayed in place, and I affixed the hinges to a split pole made of three-foot diameter, and it fit snugly. I always had my rifle close by. As I opened it up and pushed it open, I saw Anna in the field, getting the rest of the buckets. It was as if I was in a movie-she was picking up some stones, when all of a sudden, a huge grizzly bear roared up and stood then ran across the field. Anna was clearly the target. I found my rifle, took it off safety, set it up, and fired at the head as it bounded toward her. My single bullet was to the head. He stumbled then fell dead, and as she turned to be mortified, I was out there, comforting her.