Camping with Bears
My parents were visiting Bearizona today and it reminded me of this story...
Camping and Bears is almost a given.
But there are many things you need to understand about bears to ensure your, and their, safety.
Before
we arrived to camp & hunt one year in Eagle, Colorado, we were told that there was heavy bear activity
around the area and that we needed to take extra precautions with our food and
clothing. Everyone was to place their trash in the main dumpsters every night
and the ranger would pick them up and take them to the main shed across the
main road from the campground.
MY RULE #1 with Bear Safety - Leave them alone - usually they are just looking for food. Which you should always have locked up in a bear-tight container and inside of your car.
We had the pop-up and my parents and their
friends all had fifth-wheel trailers. We knew they would be fine, but knew that
we were just in a tent on wheels.
Only
a day or two into the trip, one of the friends we had met at the campground over
the years of staying there told us to come look at something.
We all went over
to their bus, which was converted into an RV. A bear had smelled the food from
their refrigerator (which was inside their RV) and tore a hole into the metal
from the outside. Now I’m not a scientist, but I think metal is stronger than
tent fabric, right? LOL!
This
made us all realize the sheer strength a bear has. It also made me start
sleeping in the middle of the pop-up. Like that would help me, hah! – it’s only about
five feet from the edge where a bear could easily rip through the tent fabric
of the bed area! Still... it made me feel a bit safer :)
Having
witnessed all of this, my mom made sure to tell me to be very careful on the
mountain while hunting and to watch out for my dad. She wanted us to stay together and not
separate as we have done a bit in the past. I found out from my dad later in
the day that she told him the same story, “Watch out for Debbie...” So,
understanding the bear activity, my dad and I did just that, stayed by each
other during this year’s hunt.
One
day, we returned to a mountain we’ve hunted in years past. We headed out in the
dark and up to about 11,000 feet. This was the farthest we had been away from
the camp, but knew that everyone who had hunted this area always saw a lot of
elk. As we were heading up in the dark, just before sunrise, my dad had to use
the restroom. I held his rifle and he was around the corner by a trough. As
always, my eyes are constantly scanning the distance for whatever animal we are
hunting, and those we are not, such as the bear that were in this area. With
both rifles in hand, I spotted five elk at the top of the hill. It was not a
safe or legal shot as they were on the edge of the hill and the sun wasn’t
quite up.
But as my dad has taught me, we never want to spook anything out of
the area. They may well come back down that mountain later when we are ready
and it is safe to take the shot.
After
my dad finished his business, he walked over to me. He could always tell when I
had a bead on something – he looked in the same direction I was looking, as I
didn’t make any movement to hand him back his rifle. I knew the elk were off in
the distance now and told him what I had just seen.
Knowing
we just saw elk and didn’t spook them, we decided to setup on the opposite
hillside. We found a nice area of three good-sized trees in a circle. We setup
in between them so that my dad could face one way, looking 180 degrees, and I
could face the opposite way, looking the other 180 degrees. Our gear had a nice
place to sit in between us, readily available, but not in our way.
After
sunrise, but still early morning, I turned to the left, just about my cross
over point of my dad’s view, and saw something dark and big running through the
trees.
To this day I still cannot confirm to you it was a bear, but my eyes
have been trained to know animals and what to look for in the wild (my dad noticed it too). This had to
have been a bear! Just about 100 yards from our stand.
The feeling was so
eerie; only those who have come across a bear in the wild can understand how I
felt at that moment. I proceeded to quietly inform my dad, and we both kept our
eyes in that direction for quite some time. I can’t say that for the rest of
the day I was elk hunting; I was probably bear watching more than anything,
especially in that direction.
Of
course, this made for a great campfire story that night.
The next day, after dinner, we
saw other campers gathering around a couple of rows down in the campground. Our
friend, Dorla, had broken her ankle and was on crutches that year. So we hoped
there was nothing wrong with her. We saw she was participating in whatever was
going on there.
It appeared they were really interested in something, so my dad
and I headed that way. Much to our surprise, they were all staring at the large bear getting into the trash dumpster! He was no small
bear, and after about five seconds I said, “What are we doing here? We should
be inside your fifth-wheel, dad.”
And,
I swear the exact words out of my dad’s mouth were, “We don’t have to run
faster than the bear, we only have to run faster than Dorla.” LOL!
Now, I’m sure we’ve
all heard that statement jokingly used on television shows and in movies, but
when you’re actually in that situation, I felt somewhat safe and yet felt bad
for Dorla at the same time.
After
a few minutes of watching the bear forage the dumpster, we decided we’d better
head back to camp. Of course, when we were around the campfire and told my mom,
she thought we were crazy to even go look. Since we knew the bear was in and
around the campground, everyone decided to get inside their trailers early that
night.
So,
back at our campsite, my husband flared up the fire as we were in the last spot
on the outside of that row of the campground. We would be the first to
encounter the bear.
As I didn’t want to stay outside, I headed to bed, in the
middle of our pop-up.
After a short time, I heard a scary growl. My husband
quickly opened the pop-up door and quickly shut it tightly again. He said the bear was just
outside our campground and he realized he only had a stick of firewood to
protect him. With that said, he stayed in the pop-up and slept with his loaded pistol right next to him.
We didn’t even chance walking over to my parents’ campsite to get inside their
metal and larger fifth-wheel trailer.
MY RULE #1 with Bear Safety - Leave them alone - usually they are just looking for food. Which you should always have locked up in a bear-tight container and inside of your car.
MY RULE #2 with Bear Safety - Remove any clothing you may have been wearing when cooking and eating at a campfire - bears will smell that and think it's food. And, it's a good idea to keep those clothes with the food, inside your car.
MY RULE #3 with Bear Safety - Always have protection! Whether or not you are a gun person, have something to protect yourself. Again, the bear doesn't want to hurt you (usually), so bear spray is a good option as well.
Moral
of the story - you really do just have to run faster than the other person to
get away from something as dangerous as a bear.