In the winter of 98 I got sent from South Louisiana to Kenai,AK as our Company's rep for a seismic oil exploration job on the Kenai Natl Wildlife refuge. It was the first new exploration allowed in probably 50 years and was the first time in my life I'd ever seen snow.
We were drilling holes, setting off dynamite, and flying helicopters low over the spread. The winter was relatively mild and in that part of AK the locals said it was uncommon for the Brown Bears to truly hibernate. Just before I got there we had a surveyor fall through the snow into a fucking den! The only thing that saved him was the GPS-surveying backpack which kept the bear from getting to anything vital.
My job was to walk the bush all day behind our heli-drills making sure we weren't leaking ATF on the ground and to be the safety/environmental/medic guy for the job and the tent camp. By mid February bunch of us were reporting bear activity across the spread and asked the Client to look into hiring bear guides as escorts for the crews since we weren't allowed weapons in camp. The Client reps were a couple of arrogant, douchebag Canadians (probably the only ones I've personally met) who said that as a coonass I had no idea what I was talking about and that all the bears were sleeping.
Welp, apparently one of those bears didn't get the "you're asleep" memo and killed one of the Client's employees. I have literally seen plane, train, auto, and motorcycle crashes and nothing but an IED strike compares to what that bear did to that poor guy. The sheer physical force transferred in that bear attack is still mind blowing.
I don't know if the Bear Attack files are detailed enough to pull up the incident, but the poor bastard who got rearranged was named Ardelio Luis Cortes. I can still see and smell what was left of him.