Back in the 70s, before the NF of the Tolt was closed for Steelhead, I found a game trail which led down to the head of the lower canyon. I would descend to the river on the steep trail in the dark and spend the morning fishing down the canyon to the forks. Never saw another fisherman in the years I fished that stretch of water. Rarely got skunked. Had some big days. One morning I took my wife Lia with me. We started down the trail in the dark with a pen light. Just took the little light because I didn't want to haul unnecessary weight down the canyon all morning and first light was just a quarter hour away. We were about a hundred yards down the trail when a bear (I guess it was a bear) started screaming at us from a few yards down the trail in front of use. Let out several piercing screams and went quiet. I looked around and my wife was gone. She had levitated in the dark about 25 feet back up the trail. I climbed up to her and tried to calm her down so we could get down to the first hole and be fishing by daybreak. She wouldn't go on down the trail. Absolutely refused. Wouldn't listen to reason at all. Got pissed off at me. Took the pen light away from me and started climbing back up the trail. She had just gone a little way, with me grumbling along behind, when the bear (or whatever it was) started screaming at us from above. It had circled us and come back to the trail. Didn't have a bit of trouble getting Lia down to the water after that. We were fishing as soon as it was light enough to see.