All you can do is prepare. I’ve heard of fly fisherman wading in with a short barreled 12 gauge or 44 carbine slung over their shoulders, must be a huge pain in the ass while fishing, but, less of a pain then meeting the wrong bear armed with a fishing pole. I’ve stumbled onto the remains of meth labs, twice, but, the druggies running them had moved on in both cases. Told the sheriff, anyway, he seemed less alarmed than I was. Found a jet ski on a trailer in the woods, miles from anything, called the sheriff when I got to the car, and it was gone before the sheriff arrived.
The black bears I have actually seen were always running away. Lucky, I guess.
There are many things about Canada I don’t understand. A guy lives in the bush, why do they care what gun he has? They aren’t coming to help no matter what happens.
Best,
Ted
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Nowhere near as weird as Detroit, however.
