The hunter told the friend

Still perspiring with fear, the hunter told the friend back at camp, “Here I was with this thirteen-foot grizzly hot on my tail, snorting hard and out for blood.

My gun was out of ammo, and the only refuge in sight was a tree whose lowest branch was twenty feet of the ground.”

“Do you mean to say that you actually managed to jump up and grab that branch?”

“On my way down,” the shaken hunter replied.