For a woman in the bush, bears come in from downwind, when you've got your drawers down.
It has been quite the treat listening to her about life on the rivers. She's as whitebread as any suburban mom there ever was.
It's also very sad when she sends pictures of fetal alcohol children in the villages she works with.
When they drop in to a site by helo, they establish a perimeter, 870's swinging, like it's an insertion.
The guns pack a lot of firepower in a small, light, simple package. Defensive firepower only of course.
They run off bears in other ways, but it's no coincidence that her companion is ever hanging off her neck.
A privy offers little protection from a brown bear.
