Years ago I was, like most people, terrified of bears.
I had never encountered any but I had heard lurid stories of course--attacks, maulings, etc.
Scary stuff.
I was a volunteer for the U.S. Forest Service for decades. Most of the time all I did was pick up trash at drive-in campgrounds.
Then I got offered a dream deal. A campground host at a popular back-pack campground, but I could drive in via a gated and locked dirt fire-road.
My duties would be to stay there Sat & Sun. and do stuff like give nature talks and talk of Indian lore and give hiking advice.
I go out there with the Forest Service for a look-see on a weekday. What a cool place! Next to a stream w/trout, nice outhouses, a group area off to the side.
So when I'm out there with the Forest Service and they're telling me about the place and they say "Oh and btw, there's a bear that comes here once a week or so, usually on the week-ends."
YIKES!
I'd be spending the night in my van with my dogs, but ya know, bears can actually tear their way into a vehicle. That's right, a car is no protection, to a bear the steel is like cardboard to a person. And bears can easily kill dogs with a single swipe of their hairy arm.
So anyway a friend stops by as I'm getting ready to go out for my first night at the remote campground. I take out my Ruger .22 pistol and put in 1 bullet.
My friend says "do you think a .22 bullet will do anything to a bear."
And I say "oh the bullet isn't for the bear, it's for me, cause if a FOUR HUNDRED POUND OMNIVORE tears into my van and kills my dogs, I'm gonna shoot myself in the head so I don't get eaten alive."
As it turned out though, it was a common 250 lb. harmless campground she-bear.
She actually had a name (Ginger, due to her coloring). Ginger would casually walk into the campground like it was hers (which of course it was). If no one was there she'd tear through the trash cans, if someone was camped there she'd walk towards them.
Most people under that circumstance will back away from their table. And for every step backwards they took, Ginger would take a step forward. If the person stopped, so would she. If YOU walked towards HER, she'd back off, but most people don't react that way. No one in their right mind would walk TOWARDS a bear whaddareyanuts?
Anyway Ginger would keep walking forward as people backed away from their table, and Ginger would figure okay they don't want this food anymore I'll have it.
And then she'd leave.
The Forest Service, Boy Scouts and others who spend a lot of time in the woods recommend you yell, wave your arms, bang pots and pans and throw small rocks if a bear shows up.
Fear people, not bears.
I had never encountered any but I had heard lurid stories of course--attacks, maulings, etc.
Scary stuff.
I was a volunteer for the U.S. Forest Service for decades. Most of the time all I did was pick up trash at drive-in campgrounds.
Then I got offered a dream deal. A campground host at a popular back-pack campground, but I could drive in via a gated and locked dirt fire-road.
My duties would be to stay there Sat & Sun. and do stuff like give nature talks and talk of Indian lore and give hiking advice.
I go out there with the Forest Service for a look-see on a weekday. What a cool place! Next to a stream w/trout, nice outhouses, a group area off to the side.
So when I'm out there with the Forest Service and they're telling me about the place and they say "Oh and btw, there's a bear that comes here once a week or so, usually on the week-ends."
YIKES!
I'd be spending the night in my van with my dogs, but ya know, bears can actually tear their way into a vehicle. That's right, a car is no protection, to a bear the steel is like cardboard to a person. And bears can easily kill dogs with a single swipe of their hairy arm.
So anyway a friend stops by as I'm getting ready to go out for my first night at the remote campground. I take out my Ruger .22 pistol and put in 1 bullet.
My friend says "do you think a .22 bullet will do anything to a bear."
And I say "oh the bullet isn't for the bear, it's for me, cause if a FOUR HUNDRED POUND OMNIVORE tears into my van and kills my dogs, I'm gonna shoot myself in the head so I don't get eaten alive."
As it turned out though, it was a common 250 lb. harmless campground she-bear.
She actually had a name (Ginger, due to her coloring). Ginger would casually walk into the campground like it was hers (which of course it was). If no one was there she'd tear through the trash cans, if someone was camped there she'd walk towards them.
Most people under that circumstance will back away from their table. And for every step backwards they took, Ginger would take a step forward. If the person stopped, so would she. If YOU walked towards HER, she'd back off, but most people don't react that way. No one in their right mind would walk TOWARDS a bear whaddareyanuts?
Anyway Ginger would keep walking forward as people backed away from their table, and Ginger would figure okay they don't want this food anymore I'll have it.
And then she'd leave.
The Forest Service, Boy Scouts and others who spend a lot of time in the woods recommend you yell, wave your arms, bang pots and pans and throw small rocks if a bear shows up.
Fear people, not bears.