Glenn, I omitted any reference to snow because I knew you would ask.

The hailstones were trivial. Only softball-sized.

There is more to the story which does sound unbelievable. The bear's tooth went right through the flask in my brother's back pocket. The moonshine leaked out and disinfected the wound. This caused my brother to scream so loud it scared off the bear. We used the cork from the flask to stop the bleeding from the hole in my brother's butt.

Did I mention the tornado that carried us both back to the trailhead?

When we landed unharmed at the trailhead, there was a large wooden box with the words "Trail Magic" carved in the top. Can anyone guess what was inside?