Bear Encounter: Gun or Bear Spray?


Thomas Smith, a bear biologist from Brigham Young University, compared the effectiveness of bear spray to that of a gun in a bear attack. His conclusions are supported by a parallel study with similar outcomes conducted by Stephen Herrerro in Canada.

Smith analyzed 20 years of data involving 175 encounters in Alaska. His surprising conclusion was that an 8 ounce can of bear spray proved more effective than the gun in either a direct attack, or to discourage a bear away from a camp or camp food. Data indicated that bear spray stopped aggressive behaviour over 90% of the time as compared to around 65% with the gun.

“Working in the bear safety arena, I even found a lot of resistance to bear spray among professionals,” Smith said. “There was no good, clean data set that demonstrated definitively that it worked, so that’s why we did this research.”

Smith found that it takes, on average, 4 hits to stop a bear. Factor in shooting accuracy and terror during an attack, and one can appreciate how a gun may not be that highly effective.

Along with the main tenet of his study, he also found that:
– wind did not usually affect accuracy, nor did it disable the person using it.
– wind only interfered with accuracy in about 7% of the cases studied. Even in that 7% the spray still reached the bear.
– there were no reports of the spray not working.
– the average distance at which it was used was around 3.5 meters (11.5 ft).
– it worked effectively against grizzlies, black bears, and polar bears (although there were only 2 reported incidents with polar bears).
– it’s success may be attributed to the fact that people are more inclined to stand their ground against a bear if they have spray, as running only encourages an aggressive bear.

It is important to note that anyone who plans to carry bear spray when entering bear country knows how to use it. Be sure to receive instruction from the retailer you purchase your spray from. Spraying your tent or mother-in-law will not discourage attacks. If anything its scent has attracted curious bears. Hmmm………..no, she’s not that bad.


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Polly the @##$*&% Parrot


The plaque reads, ”Polly, Born 1850, Died 1972./Under this sod lies a sourdough parrot,/Its heart was gold, pure 14 carat./Polly now can spread her wings/Leaving behind all earthly things./She ranks in fame as our dear departed,/A just reward for being good hearted.” Note:No one knew for certain what sex Polly was.

Polly supposedly came to the Yukon in 1898. In the early 1900s, James Alexander, who ran a mine east of Atlin, British Columbia came to own Polly. On a trip to Vancouver in 1918, Alexander left the bird behind with friends. Sadly he and his wife drowned aboard the ill-fated Princess Sophia.

Orphaned, Polly moved in to the Caribou Hotel (later named Carcross Hotel) in Carcross, Yukon, and quickly became its most distinctive resident. From its perch in the hotel’s restaurant, which mainly catered to miners, Polly learned how to sing, bite, drink, spit and swear. Polly would drink whiskey until he got so drunk he fell off his perch. Yet, when around kids, Polly became a new bird and sang sweetly whenever children sat down for homemade pie in the restaurant.

A Canadian Press reporter turned up at the hotel in the 1970s. “The world famous Carcross parrot is probably the oldest, meanest, ugliest, dirtiest bird north of the 60th parallel,” Dennis Bell wrote in an article called Parrot Reformed but Hates Everyone, which was heralded as a story of the year in 1972. “He hates everybody. Which is understandable, because the damned old buzzard has resided within spitting distance of a beer parlour since 1919 and has had to endure 64 years of beer fumes, drunks who mash soggy crackers through the bars of his cage, and phantom, feather pluckers.”

After outliving many of its owners, Polly died in November 1972 and was buried in the Carcross cemetery.


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West Coast Trail: The Buddhist


Tsusiat Falls

Many years ago I led a group of nurses on the West Coast Trail. The West Coast Trail is a very challenging hike of sandy and gravel beaches, temperate rain forest, and sandstone cliffs.

We had completed our second day of hiking, with 6 more days ahead of us. Our campsite was on a beach near one of the highlights along the trail, Tsusiat Falls. The evening found us sitting around a campfire, drinking beverages, getting to know each other, and exchanging stories. A man, who was camped down the beach, approached our campfire. After introductions, he asked if we had any extra food to share. He explained that the food was not for him, but for a young man he had met camped in one of the sandstone caves along the beach. The young man had very little in the way of the usual equipment needed for a 7 day backcountry hiking trip. He brought no food with him. The man further explained that, as he was completing the West Coast Trail the next day (you can start at either of 2 trailheads – north or south end), he had used up near all his food.

I explained that we were only into our second day, and therefore would be reluctant to part with any food. The prevailing feeling was that the young man had made his bed and should therefore lie in it. Why feel any sympathy for someone who shows such fundamental disrespect for preparation. The man understood our observation, as he was initially of the same opinion. He noted that the young man had not approached him for any assistance, and that he was taking on this cause of his own volition. In conversation with the young man, he found that he was a Buddhist. He believed that, whatever his needs, it would be provided, if it were meant to be. We told the man that we would discuss it among ourselves and see what, if anything, we could or would do.

Conversation flowed around the campfire. We looked down the beach and observed this young man. He was tall and lean and absorbed in what looked like tai chi or yoga exercises. It quickly became apparent that neither the nurses nor professional guides could turn their backs on another human in need. I determined that we would hold on to any food that was part of our lunches or dinners, but the nurses could share any other food that was part of their personal cache. Everyone went off and returned to the campfire with their contributions – instant oatmeal, granola bars, gorp (mix of nuts, raisins, etc), and tea. It was amazing how little regard was shown for instant oatmeal among the nurse and guide community. I brought our food mix, heavy on the oatmeal, to the man who had approached us. He said he would bring it over to the young man. I hazard that most of us were happy to help in some small measure, but happier to offload some extra weight from our packs.

The next morning, as we were readying our departure, we noticed the young man approaching our group. He smiled and extend his hand in friendship. There was a calmness, contentment, and resoluteness about him that is hard to describe. He thanked us for our kindness and proceeded to return any unused food that we had contributed. He turned and walked away. We never saw him again.

I always wondered why he returned the unused food. Did he act on divine Buddhist principle to allow the universe to supply his needs for his journey ahead, or did he see the need for us to come to terms with oatmeal and granola?


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