While hunting stone sheep in British Columbia with a good friend, my son and I watched a mother grizzly and two cubs cross a vast plateau. It was my favorite part of the whole hunt. To me the grizzly is the essence of wild places. On another hunting trip in the Northwest Territories, my two brothers and I encountered grizzlies every day of the hunt. They exhibited no fear of us. Needless to say, I slept with a loaded gun in my one-man tent every night. Do not be deceived by this "tender" scene of the nother and her cubs. This is violent death walking.
-- Excerpt from "Wild Things, Wild Places" in reference to the painting, "Last Years Encounter."