I look at it as if you are a cheeseburger on a plate-—that all of a sudden, out of the blue—you are sitting in Rosie Odonnel’s (the bear) kitchen. Rosie walks in and natural instinct takes over. She can’t help herself. You’re history.
From my viewpoint, I will leave along any critter that leaves me alone, and I will terminate any threat to me and mine, and I don't care if anybody has a problem with that. And that principle applies whether I'm walking thru bear country, or the "inner city"
I guess we'll have to agree to disagree