Those words had no sooner left my lips than we heard the crunching of sticks and leaves under heavy feet. Within seconds, the brush parted like a curtain and on the stage of the wild, wild north, our opponent, the star of the movie, appeared, right on time.His name, his Latin name-Ursus Horribilis. His stage name-Grizzly. I’m sure he couldn’t care less what we called him. He was magnificent in every way and, no doubt, was the most confident and proud creature ever to walk this drainage…He was at least eight feet, maybe nine. His eyes were ridiculously small but piercing, and his mood, sour, very sour. The bear was frustrated, hungry and as impatient as an abusive husband at the end of a bad day…none of us dared to move or speak. In his second book, the author paints another vivid picture of raw, rugged, remote Alaska. This time, the drama unfolds in the interior as Bruce and his friends search for a million dollars in gold located somewhere on the Clearwater River. As in his first book, there is a devotional and gospel theme throughout the story that convicts, challenges and blesses the soul. This book will thrill any and every reader who is enthralled by the Alaskan wild.