The dilapidated but wonderfully historical World War II complex spread up the hill at Navy Town. Once, on a fine sunny day, some other airmen and I encountered a wolverine near the remains. Just out exploring, we were following a trail when we saw something brown and furry move up onto some debris right in front of us. I was in the lead, and at first, all I could see was the animal's ears and eyes. Fearing that it was a bear cub, I immediately stopped dead in my tracks and started looking around for "momma." When outdoors during "bear season", we were constantly wary of the huge beasts. I could feel a rush of adrenaline, prompted by the knowledge that a mother bear becomes very angry if someone gets between her and her cub. For a few seconds that seemed like minutes, the creature in front of us just stood there looking at us. After quickly regaining our composure, we realized that it was not a bear, but a wolverine. At the time, I had not even been aware that any lived in the area. Eventually, the apparently disinterested animal stepped down and moseyed away without even looking back. It was obviously not scared in the least! In town later, we were informed that we were among the few that had ever seen a wolverine in those parts. In fact, the person that told us said we should have shot it even though we did not have the appropriate hunting tag. He suggested we could have bought the tag after the fact. However, I am glad we didn't try. Since we were armed with only my .22 revolver, we were ill-equipped to tangle with a predator reputed to be the most ferocious omnivore pound for pound! (Plus, wouldn't that have been illegal?)