"It was perfect weather for trout fishing on the Snake River in Idaho. The time was June of 1969 and my brother's soon-to-be in-laws had secured permission from a friend to allow me to drive over his farm to a point that overlooked the Snake River, a short distance below Lower Mesa Falls. I carried my gear through the alders and other such down the slope to the river. I changed to my waders and left my shoes on a narrow trail to mark the point where I needed to start the climb back to the top. It was a steady fish-and-walk outing. About two hours in and I was a half mile from where I started and decided to climb out and head on down stream. Upon gaining the trail along the bank, I was faced with a flattened area along the trail and lots of coarse brown hair. A closer look revealed a very fresh bear track over the top of my footprint. The grizly bear had been laying there, watching me fish. One errant backcast and I would have "snagged" the biggest and likely my last catch ever. I do not know the Idaho state for the 200 yard dash, up-hill, and in waders, but I believe that record is mine. And, no, I didn't go back for my shoes."