We drove to Pack River and released the guy. I opened the trap door and it shot out like a bullet, ran 30 ft, turned around and looked at us, ...and then came right back, out and around me, and attacked me from behind! Took a friggin big old bite in my calf! Holy crap! I couldn't believe it, it was clear and free to go. But he/she decided it wasn't going to leave without evening the score. Why it picked me...jeeze. I shook it off and ran for the truck while Steve picked up rocks and threw them at it.
Have you ever seen otter teeth?

Yeah! And it left a little bloody smiley face on my leg!







