RAVEN POV
The weather forecast promised clear skies and mild temperatures perfect for photographing the salmon spawning grounds near Silver Creek.
For once, the forecast wasn’t wrong.
The day was beautiful. Crisp November air. Golden sunlight slips through the tall pines. The kind of sharp, clear mountain air that makes everything feel brighter.
Perfect for photos.
But the forecast had definitely lied about one thing.
The “safe wildlife activity.”
I’d been photographing the last of the salmon run for about an hour when I heard it.
A deep rumbling sound.
Every hair on my body stood up.
Slowly, I lifted my head from my camera.
Thirty feet away, stepping out of the tree line, was the biggest grizzly bear I had ever seen in my life.
And it was staring straight at me.
“Shit.” I whi
