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A Triple Grizzly Attack- The Most Amazing Bear Attack Ever

View pictures and Support us at Patreon https://www.patreon.com/user?u=73787379 Find us on Twitter at ScaryBearAttax Connect on TikTok with us at scarybearattacks Connect on Instagram with us at ScaryBearAttack Check out our Merch Store https://scarybearattacks.myshopify.com/ Welcome back to Scary Bear Attacks! Today’s episode takes us to the woods of Alberta, Canada, to a place aptly nicknamed Crying Canyon. It is located on the eastern slope of the Canadian Rockies and the alpine zone is guarded by granite peaks reaching almost nine thousand feet in elevation. Beneath the granite peaks are thick forests of pine, fir, and spruce trees growing so close together that they look like a beautiful green carpet when you look across the valleys. There seem to be more white-tailed deer here than humans in nearby Calgary and moose are plentiful too. If you look closely toward the mountain tops you might see mountain goats as well as Canadian Bighorn Sheep as they perform their gravity-defying ballet along the cliffs. There are cougar, black bears, and wolves here, but the grizzly bears present the most danger of all. Thirty-two-year-old Jeremy Evans was raised in Calgary which is only a stone's throw away. He was a meat packer and an avid outdoorsman. He had been hunting and fishing nearly his entire life and spent about two months of each year in the mountains pursuing his passion. He most enjoyed bowhunting but this year he hoped to bag a big ole ram, and that is best done with a hunting rifle. Jeremy was married to the love of his life, Joyce and they had recently welcomed their first child into their family. She was his first girlfriend and he was her first boyfriend. They had been with each other ever since they began dating in high school and were custom-made for each other. Joyce was a bonified marine biologist and well-educated. She was a city girl, mostly, and Jeremy, her perfect compliment by contrast. Joyce was still on maternity leave but passed her time while volunteering at a local non-profit when she wasn’t busy taking care of the baby and Jeremy. Jeremy had planned on a dream sheep hunt for this fall and had put the time into researching locations and strategies to be successful. His meticulous planning for his hunts bordered on obsession, but his wife humored and supported him. Jeremy’s sheep hunt was coming up soon, and he had planned a quick scouting trip to find out just how much success awaited him in those dark forests and granite peaks. At three AM on August seventeenth of twenty seventeen, Jeremy hopped into his pickup truck and pulled out of his driveway. He had carefully loaded his backpack and all the supplies he would need for what he planned to be a three-day back-country scouting trip for a trophy ram. Hiking into where he wanted to go would take any ordinary hunter a few days, so Jeremy sped this process up a bit by riding his mountain bike, which he placed in the bed of his truck. Jeremy knew from prior seasons that day hunters would hit the areas nearest the roads early in the morning and that pressure would drive the sheep back to where he planned to hunt. He had planned to set up base camp about 8 miles back up the trail, hoping that the headstart on the day hunters would bring him success in his ram hunt. After driving for three hours to the trailhead, Jeremy slipped his backpack over his shoulders and pedaled up the hill. The foliage blurred by as the excitement of fulfilling the plans and goals he had been working on started to take shape. His legs churned like pistons driving him up and down each slope of the trail. Jeremy was so familiar with this area that he knew where the usuals would camp. He knew about 4 miles into his journey he would pass a sheepherders tent with an older gentleman sipping coffee out front, but this time the old man was missing. Jeremy energetically zipped past a couple of men, possibly hikers, but maybe hunters doing some scouting as well. They were on foot and were taken aback a bit by seeing someone riding a mountain bike in this area. They stared at him as he passed but simply focused on finding the turn in the trail leading him to the more remote part of the canyon. This part of the canyon is so steep and rugged that few people make it back this far. That is part of what drew Jeremy here. The ruggedness and solitude were exactly what he wanted. He had brought along his binoculars in his backpack, as well as his bear spray and high-powered hunting rifle. He carefully navigated the crumbling slopes of a few drainages and emerged to the open face of the mountain. The trees stopped suddenly creating a panoramic view of the hillside. Jeremy picked his way slowly around the hill, glassing for sheep as he went. It wasn’t long before his hard work paid off as a small herd of sheep appeared on the hillside opposite of him. Jeremy leaned up on his handlebars and used them as a steady rest to get a good look at the herd.