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A disaster of a movie. Rogue grizzly bears, or grizzly bears of any kind, do not roam Puget Sound. Boaters with a shred of sense don’t go out when a storm is predicted. Doctor’s offices don’t tell patient’s mothers that their adult daughter is pregnant. One does not set a broken leg in order to reduce infection. Hypothermia isn’t on a three-hour time clock, and someone who is supposed to be brainy doesn’t wear blue jeans into the wilderness in the Pacific Northwest for exactly that reason (hypothermia). Dragging an injured person away from an exposed crash site, into deep woods where nobody can see them, will guarantee they won’t be found. Throwing rocks at a grizzly bear will not deter it, hunting is illegal at night, and the potential sales of a single book from a small-time novelist should not determine whether the town bookstore is going broke or not. I could go on and on, but you get the picture. Somebody who knows nothing about anything appears to have written this stinker.