Put plainly, spent a lot of time with grizzly bears of various strains, coastal, mountain, boreal. Several hundred encounters comfortably, as I work where they live, chased them for work, and like to share the same places; wilderness. Over the years and a few bluff charges over salmon holes outfitting my understanding of the risk they pose has tempered my take on them.
They unfortunately struggle in our world, as their means of communicating stress doesn’t translate well to human. Everyone references Treadwell as the cautionary tale, the guy spent thirteen years living right in them with zero caution and really looking for trouble, for the entire time of the year they were out of the den. It took that long to get eaten.
The message I see in that is the risk to the avid outdoorsman who sees grizzlies periodically is quite low, as backed up by the stats. Not non-existent, but I know far more mountain hunters injured by falls than by grizzlies. I’ve known hunters who died of a heart attack, none who’ve died from Grizzlies. It can happen, and that’s one of the things we accept in the wilderness, but we have to keep context of how many people are exposed, and how often they get attacked.
I still carry a gun when it works for the job that day, and I like guns and the feeling of being armed. I don’t consider people silly for carrying them. I do feel it gets silly when guys have a mindset they’re heading into Pandora and are loaded for bear, placing more emphasis on a species they don’t intend to shoot gun selection wise than the quarry they’re after. And a lot of the time the rifle selection goes the wrong direction for both the original game hunted, and the grizzlies.
I get the buzz, the excitement of running into apex predators, and having the tool on your shoulder or hip to deal with it if need be. I’ve had it since I used to sneak that Red Ryder out of the loft into the bush. I never want that to go away. But I also can’t be unrealistic about Grizzlies or vilify them. One of my kids might have said it best.