What began as any other trek through the woods north of Grande Cache, [Alberta, to collect moose antlers] quickly turned into a pitched battle between a protective mother bear and an equally resolute father determined to defend his son. . . .
_"It wrestled me to the ground, biting me[," said the son. "]My father got so mad, he was so angry to see his son there under the bear like that. . . ."
"With God in my head, I took that walking stick and beat the bear, then I shoved it down his throat."