Imagine Raz, fishing this stretch of the Lamar. It'd have probably been a warm summer afternoon, with thunderstorms threatening, just north over Druid Peak. He'd have been focused intently on the water, and presenting his hopper, just right. The cut-bank below the cottonwood trees, the 20" cutthroat he imagined flashing from the deepest hole.
THen, out of the corner of his eye, he catches a large brown figure at close proximity. A bison? No! A giant grizzly bear! So apparently Raz, drops his rod and takes off running! Forget the fly rod. (Hawaiian Brian came back and found it for him). So the story goes, of Raz's Run.