When a polar bear breaks into a research camp in the Northwest Territories, it mauls a puppy and two men.⁠ ⁠ "I spread my arms as wide as I could and yelled at the top of my voice. The bear leaped for me as if a spring had been released. On the way he brushed the tent, ripped up its stakes, and tore a big rent in the canvas. Then he was on me. He didn’t rear erect or use a fore­ paw to belt me down. Instead he seemed to push me over with his weight. Almost before I knew what was happening, I was on the ground and he was standing over me. He grabbed me by the head, and I felt myself being dragged along on the ground. Far worse, I felt his teeth raking my scalp.” — John Legault⁠ ⁠ This story, “In the Jaws of the White Bear,” appeared in the April 1976 issue of Outdoor Life.⁠ ⁠ Tap the link in profile for the full story 🔗⁠ ⁠ #outdoors #polarbear #bearattack #polarbears #geologicalsurvey #northwestterritories #outdoorlife⁠ ⁠ Illustration by: Gil Cohen⁠ Story by: John Legault