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November 21st, 2006 at 6:50 am

The World’s Record Largest Bear

The bear was just over one thousand six hundred pounds It stood 12′ 6″ high at the shoulder, 14′ to the top of his head. It’s the largest grizzly bear ever recorded in the world.  The pictures are of a man who works for the US Forest Service in Alaska and his trophy bear.

The Koyukuk breathed a cool dense mist throughout the chilly morning. The added obscurity to locate ol’ mossy horns as we floated down the river teased my willingness to focus, and instead left me dreaming of distant adventures. Visions of seventy-inch antlers were briefly succumbed to by revelations of stocky blacktail bucks sashaying through the alpine rich forest of Hinchinbrook Island. It was a hunt both, Ted and I looked forward to, and this was as good of a time as any to hash out a few predetermined plans.

“So, Ted,” I murmured, “Have you given any thought to who should shoot the first buck next month?” “You can,” he replied, “I really wanna bear!!” I’ve always considered Ted to be quite giving in past times, but this was the icing on the cake, and as a result, I was given the opportunity to shoot the buck of my choice on any given day in exchange for Ted to make a one time crack at the first bear we seen. I could only help but wonder how my dear friend could be so foolish to think his chances of killing a bear, much less spotting one, would be worth passing up a choice buck. Regardless, he was pleased with the decision, and as such, I was too. I reached my numb hand out to finalize the bargain deal then redirected my attention to what remained ahead. The pact was binding.

Six weeks later Ted and I were thrashing our way through gorges of towering Devils Club; seven feet high. While neither of us could see one another, the sounds of blasphemy echoing out kept us together, as we steered for higher country. I held my rifle out before me with both hands and plowed the needled creepers over. At last, we broke free of the tangled nightmare, simply to enter another, the deadfall of the old growth forest. Among the free standing spruce laid toppled trees, among deadened trees scattered about as if it were a game of “Pick-up Sticks”.


The treetops shielded the dark, damp underworld from the morning’s golden warmth. Covering ground through the ankle busting real estate was no easy task. Our quaking hurdles over the fallen logs resembled that of a three legged equestrian horse on hot coals. My friend and I emerged from the havoc hours later and into a gaping backwater creek I located on the map the night before. This was the passageway to venison valley, or so I hoped.

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Sparkling sunshine mirrored from the flowing watershed brought life to our dilated eyes. Ted and I, happy to be out of dense brush, continued our way up river looking the landscape over for blacktail.

Recently sculpted deer tracks skimmed the sandy reaches of the creek bed, stimulating my anxiety to scale higher, where I knew our quarry existed. We yielded to shortcuts through the bush when feasible; avoiding the subtle cutbacks the creek delicately wove. It was upon stomping through a spongy fen; Ted and I made our initial discovery of bear sign. A molten brewery of hydrated scat saturated the peat. I kneeled, and drew myself closer to investigate the creature’s intake, a hodgepodge of mussels and blueberries.Not far from there laid the diced roots and shredded leaves of a freshly tossed “skunk cabbage” salad. Ted’s eyes dazzled with overflowing delight.
Once back into the openness of the creek, it appeared no different. In fact, carved hoof prints were now supplemented with bear tracks nearly nine inches in width. Focusing my attention away from Ted’s fascination, I caught glimpse of a ripple breaking the water’s surface. Circulating in the landlocked pool were a dozen spawning Coho salmon. Their decayed, frail bodies conveyed an ending to life’s journey. The skeletal remains of others lay strewn across the sand and algae covered bedrock. Their life swindled from a hunter of dissimilar drive, an ambition to survive. It was known, my friend and I stood on the very dinner plate of a huge beast.

“What do you think,” asked Ted, “Is he a shooter?” I drew my binoculars back for another look. A one-ton body, cinder block head, big beefy shoulders, and no apparent rubs, “You bet” I whispered. We slid the packs off of our shoulders and took aim. Our objective was obvious; get the bear down quickly and cleanly. Ted steadied his rifle and held for a shoulder shot. The bear continued forward, and it soon became clear nothing more than a headshot was going to be offered.

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Our ambush was terrible, and to prevent from being discovered, we grabbed our packs and fell back ten yards to seek refuge behind the archaic spruce. Through all the dense thickets surrounding us, an ample sized shooting lane presented itself to the right of the tree. It was evident the bear was going to continue his hunt down the creek and pass right by, providing Ted with the shoulder shot he needed. Then again, maybe it wasn’t so obvious.

Murphy’s Law contended our plan, and unwillingly baffled our strategy! Where we stood not seconds earlier, the brush began to part. Ted and I found ourselves going “Mano a Mano” with a bear of a lifetime. The sound of Ted’s heavy breathing was the only thing fading out the dull drum of my now sunken heart. I ran through my mental checklist, “Safety off, round chambered, finger on the trigger and relax.” Now was not the time to make errors. I looked over at Ted who stood between the tree and I. “Are you ready,” I asked. He nodded. My attention focused back on the crosshairs of my riflescope.

The gargantuan paw appeared first through the tall shoots, followed by the massive, robust cranium. The boar stepped closer. His head was lobbed low; his rusted muzzle leaked clouds of nasal vapor through quarter size nostrils; and those beady, bloodshot eyes stared through my partner and I. The solemn look alone was enough to make one feel threatened, but oddly the bear showed no sign of aggression. Each step closer the bear inched, I felt more compelled to renege on my agreement with Ted, and kill the bear myself.

“Pull the trigger!” I demanded Ted, “Pull the trigger!” The blast of Ted’s .338 Win-Mag rang out and sent a direct hit to the bear’s nerve center bringing him to his hindquarters. Two shots to the vitals followed, completely dropping the bear, while a series of three additional rounds provided enough insurance to tame our own racing anxieties. The boar dropped in his tracks. What played through my head in slow motion seemed endless, but in reality was over in a fraction of seconds.

My nerves were so fired up they sizzled the blood in my body to a boiling concoction. There was no doubt in my mind; Ted and I had chanced death. Stepping off the distance behind the confines of the spruce tree and where the bear lay totaled a mere ten yards. Were it not for collective awareness and cool heads of my partner and I the situation could of become ugly, if not tragic.
That evening I was convinced we had double dipped our lives with luck. Not only did we escape with all limbs intact from our close encounter with the world’s largest omnivore, but Ted had taken this true specimen of a trophy bear. I think next time I will opt for the first shot on a bear, but then how ever will I see that dream buck? Perhaps I’ll be with Ted when he takes it.

Based on the contents of the bears stomach, the Fish and Wildlife Commission established the bear had killed at least two humans in the past 72 hours including a missing hiker.


  • 1

    Sick bastards.

    andy on March 7th, 2008
  • 2


    My teacher told me about this lol.

    Ashley! on April 3rd, 2008
  • 3

    my son showed me a picture of this beer and a picture of a guy that the bear had ripped to hell it was horrible then he told me that that bear was tall enough to see over a one story house glad that its dead. and I live close to where that bear was killed 8-)

    bobby on April 13th, 2008
  • 4

    nice bear teddy bear

    Zach Schmid on April 13th, 2008
  • 5

    um…. do you have any pics of the bear standing?

    Micheal on April 16th, 2008
  • 6

    I don’t understand how you could destroy something so magnificent. What do hunters take back with them after the kill?

    Richard on July 2nd, 2009
  • 7

    This bear, though large, is not the worlds largest bear (just a net myth). Also, contrary to what is reported, there was no evidence that this bear ever killed any humans (another net myth).

    Enlade on July 3rd, 2009

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