I just celebrated my 80th birthday three days ago. Fifty-two years of my life have been in grizzly country, and a lot of that has been enjoying camping, fishing, hunting, and exploring with my wife and children, as well as guiding hunters, and the occasional research biologist or journalist.
We learned to respect the entire wilderness, not just the bears. Wind and water, darkness in thick timber, cold, and especially extreme heights and exertion, as well as others, all involve risk of some order.
We taught our children to be respectful, not fearing the inevitable encounter with bears of both species. I only ever had to kill one bear out of fear, and it fell from a single hit with a 130 gr Silvertip. It fell close enough that I reached out with my 270 and touched its eyeball to check for a reflex. One time in literally hundreds of trips and countless days to have it happen.
Having said that, I had two friends who spent their entire lives in our wilderness. Both were very skilled outdoorsmen and trappers, and taught me a lot. Ed Wilkinson was killed by a starving grizzly that should have been denned up, one late November. Ironically, his brother Jared was killed two years later in a car accident in Whitehorse. Think about that….
Margaret and I still head out into grizzly country regularly, although we no longer sleep under a fly.
Ted