EXCLUSIVE It's a hiker's worst nightmare - would YOU know how to survive a real-life Revenant bear attack?
Bart Pieciul was exploring the snow-capped mountains outside his hometown of Haines, Alaska, when he and his friends encountered every hiker's worst nightmare.
What first looked like a porcupine against the snow ahead grew larger by the minute, until the 38-year-old adventurer realized in a flash of horror what it really was: a brown bear. His friends must have passed right over its den and woken it up - and it wasn't happy
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