No, I imagine you feel very, very humbled.

This is a fluke, a one-in-a-million shot.

I've walked in the Canadian Rockies and come across Griz tracks that weren't there 45 minutes ago. That too is humbling, and sobering; the tracks are enormous, even along side my size 12 boot prints.

I'm glad the guy survived, but I'm sad the bear died. They're under pressure from every side. Humans, generally, are not in short supply (that's easy to say when you're not the one being charged by an angry, well-armed creature the size of a house).

I've never seen a Griz up close, only a mile off on alpine meadows through binoculars. I hope to keep it that way. These animals like their privacy; I propose to give them all they want.