Firearms are useful for warning shots making a lot of noise. They can reach out and make noise near an animal. They can stop bluff charges.
In our early lives together, Kathleen and I were backpackers. Every spring, on the May 24 holiday weekend, we packed into British Columbia’s Southern Chilcotin Mountains, soon after the snow had melted. Alpine hillsides were covered in wildflowers. Black and grizzly bears were common, just emerging from hibernation.
People who knew the area eventually told us that they would never go there in the spring without a gun. That’s when I bought my .308 Browning lever action rifle in 1980. I spent some time practicing on targets, but had yet to face real live action until our next hike that spring.
On our first morning camp, halfway up to the alpine, I was cooking breakfast when a black bear wandered into the meadow about 75 metres (yards) away. Kathleen climbed a tree and I grabbed my new .308, with one cartridge in the chamber and four in the magazine. The bear sauntered out the other end of the meadow, and Kathleen slid down the tree. I resumed cooking breakfast
This happened a second time. Kathleen up the tree. Me with my rifle. Black bear wandered out the other side of the meadow. I’m not making this up, but it happened a fourth time. Lot of bears in the Southern Chilcotin Mountains in spring. But this time a grizzly joined the black bear and me in the meadow.
“Kathleen. Now there’s a black bear and a grizzly in the meadow, and they’re not moving off.” From her tree Kathleen said, “Why don’t you fire a warning shot.”
To myself I said that if they didn’t run off I would have only four bullets left to deal with two bears. I didn’t like my chances. I fired a warning shot anyway, and the black bear bolted out of the meadow. The grizzly stood up on its hind legs and sniffed in my direction. The look in its eyes said, “I’m planning to go out the back of this meadow, but you do that one more time, and I’m going to come over there and beat the crap out of you.”
A couple of years later I read Herrero’s book on bear attacks in North America, in which he advised to never threaten a grizzly bear. If it feels it has no escape, “One of you is going to die.”
Perhaps I had been very lucky.