A group of brutal men merged on a fleet on the turbulent rivers from the Sikhoth-Alin river. There are quiet places on the water - swim for yourself and raise the hammer. And in the strait, like in the siege - the flesh begins to jump with a horse, you are pushed back from the rocks with waves.

In one of these stretches we saw a huge bear. He caught the fish in the right place, on a camel in the center of the stream, and he did not gather to leave when he saw the flesh. I looked at the tourists with interest. Like a new prey that swims in its own legs.

To look at the bear's face in emphasis did not want anyone, and the flesh was already carried. In a state of affection, the man, who was closest to the bear, grabbed a hanging backpack and began to shake them horribly. There was no impression on the bear.

Approaching, the man tried his best to warm the bear with a backpack on his backpack. He was surprised and ran away. He made some dog-like, but generally outrageous sounds.

On the calm water, the man looked around and noticed that the rest, all the former hunters, were sitting deadly pale.

Oh well, you are fighting! He shouted solemnly.

and ah! – One of them confessed – I thought you were going to throw your backpack into a bear. That’s all the vodka :)

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