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I was in Alaska fishing with a .454 Casull on my side. I caught a nice pink salmon, and tossed him in the grass about 10' behind me, as it was almost time to cook dinner. I resumed fishing, and out of the corner of my eye, a see a 150lb blackie and her a cub wander away about 50 yards behind me with a salmon in her mouth that looked a lot like mine. I started looking for the one I saved for dinner right behind me, and it was gone. That young sow never even asked what caliber my gun was, or what kind of ammo I had been using, how well it penetrated, or how well I could place a shot. Had she wanted to get nasty about that fish, it would not have mattered.
The key is recognizing a threat before it's too late. The movie version if it running across the field towards you for 20 seconds before it gets there is fantasy. They move like ghosts and sneak up behind you.
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