I was sleeping at my cabin when I heard a small crash barely loud enough to wake me. Then Gummuk and Max, our friend's dogs, started barking. I instantly knew it was a bear because Gummuk had only barked twice before that, and both times it was because she had seen a bear.
My family and our friends who owned the dogs and half the cabin were at the cabin with us for the Memorial Day weekend. We had walked on a trail that started near Houston, Alaska, and ended at our lake. It was about one and three fourths of a mile walk. It was very muddy and swampy. At a leisurely pace, it would take between 45 minutes and an hour.
We arrived at our cabin at about 3:00 p.m. and went to bed at about 10:00 p.m. My family slept in the Bunkhouse, a separate smaller cabin with more beds behind the main cabin. Wayno, our friend and a co-owner of the cabin, and his family slept in the main cabin.
Around 3:30 a.m. the dogs started barking. The bear was in the cooler behind the main cabin. My dad and I got up and looked out the window while Wayno brought Max inside but left Gummuk out. Max would surely get killed, but Gummuk knew what she was doing, for she was a Bear Dog.
Wayno threw a chunk of firewood at it and hit it on the nose. It ran about 20 feet away and then started walking toward the Bunkhouse. But Gummuk had already looped around the Bunkhouse. When the Bear took one step toward the Bunkhouse, Gummuk stepped out, viciously showing her teeth.
The bear ran off into the forest, and we all went peacefully back to sleep.