My dad carved duck decoys on the side. I became pretty good at carving and won the Ward world champion youth division at wild fowl carving. Now of course its all plastic decoys.
Not in any danger, my only encounter was funny. Walked out of the gas station in Meeteetse and two biologists had pulled in next to each other to talk. I never saw one before in person so I didn't recognize the trap and walked right around it to my truck. Damn that bear scared the hell out of...