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Two reasons:First Reason: British officers don’t duck[1] . This is weird but true. Read first hand accounts of WWII battles. British Officers really don’t duck… probably why in every war since the Boer, far more aristocrats died in British wars (proportional to the number of men deployed) than any other social class. I think it has something to do with peacocking behavior by the aristocracy - they all had money, they all had grand estates, and so they competed with each other on who has bigger balls. God forbid you were thought of as cowardly. The British aristocracy also had a thing about justifying their nobility - as in, they realised (in my view, due to the protestant reformation) that they were just people and had no god given right to lord it over others…unless they could somehow show they were made of sterner stuff. Not ducking during a battle showed this in a way. Also, they seem to think it ‘inspired the men’ but most accounts I have read from squadies [British infantry grunts] seem to deride this behavior as astonishingly stupid, in an inspirational way. Nevertheless, British soldiers do best when lead by officers who don’t duck, and whose strategic and tactical acumen is best summed up as ‘"Never mind the maneuvers, just go straight at em." This strategic and tactical genius will cost the life of many a Rupert - but wins battles and even once earned a statue in Trafalgar Square[2]. British officers know their priorities: 1) Don’t duck; 2) go at em - the men will follow. It usually works (although it has to be said zi Germans took some persuading).Aside from this general quality one finds in the British Officer corps, you also find a type of human that the British describe as ‘eccentric’.Men such as Lieutenant General Adrian Carton de Wiart VC, KBE, CB, CMG, DSO who was shot in the face, head, stomach, ankle, leg, hip and ear; was blinded in his left eye; survived two plane crashes; tunnelled out of a POW camp; and bit off his own fingers, and when recollecting his experience of the war said ‘Frankly, I had enjoyed the war’.And men like Jack Churchill DSO, MC [bottom right of this picture] who fought with a Scottish broadsword and killed a German soldier with a bow and arrow in an ambush. After fighting in France, Norway, Italy, and Yugoslavia, he made his way to Burma to fight the Japanese in 1945 only to learn that the Americans had dropped the nuclear bombs and caused Japan to surrender. Churchill was furious and is quoted as saying ‘If it wasn’t for those damn Yanks, we could have kept this war going for another 10 years!’.Or men like Digby DSO, who always carried an umbrella into battle so his men wouldn’t worry about the rain [a big concern here in the British Isles]. When it was suggested to him [possibly by a yank] that his umbrella wouldn’t do him any good in battle, he wisely pointed out that it wouldn’t do much ‘against the bullets old chum, but what if it rains?’. British officers don’t mind the bullets, but rain will make a gentleman look ridicules and that will not do. Digby liked leading bayonet charges wearing a bowler hat and carrying his umbrella (which he once used to charge an armoured vehicle and stab a German in the eye through the vehicles driver side slit). Curtesy of the British army, there’s a German soldier who’s obituary could read: Fine panzer driver, died serving the fatherland, at the hands of a British Officer wearing a bowler hat, who then thrust a very fine Saville Row umbrella into his eye socket through the panzer drivers slit… somewhere in Holland, 1944.It’s not clear how many such ‘eccentric’ types the British Army’s Officer corps has or what impact they have made throughout history … but they’re there. And they’re polite. Just waiting for the next war and hoping the Yanks stay out of it this time so it won’t be a brief affair.Second Reason: British infantry squadies are the ‘dogs bollocks’ - mostly made up of the ‘lower orders’ of society (i.e. working class men that still have a pair / recently civilised savages like the Scots, Welsh and … the Northerners). For those who don’t know, the Northerners are the bastard children of the Vikings and whatever meaner bastards survived the Viking migration, and then the ‘harrying of the North’ [read: extermination of the North] by the Normans and then the constant centuries long border wars with the Scots. The industrial revolution started there because these people were rough and tough enough to work in the hell-like conditions of the first industrial mills. These peoples are ferocious savages who are barely kept in check by the firm discipline of the British Officer Corps! Modern Sports Science considers them a type of ubermensch first theorised to exist by Nietzsche centuries ago. In fact, the only reason the Northerners and Scots haven't eaten the Ruperts from the Home Counties yet is because they think The Queen might not like it if they ate her officers. God help the world if we ever lose control of them. It would be like the Monghol invasions or Attila the Hun… they would consume the entire global supply of beer and bacon and make the rest of the world like the Middle East [a desert with no beer or bacon!]. Terrifying thought. The British Army only took a small number of such men due to the fact that the British army was small (proportionally to the size of the country). They also developed excellent martial spirit in their regiments which are ancient. I mean really, really old. Most of the British army is formed of regiments that are older than most countries today[3]. Check out the Black Watch Regiment as an example[4]. They were formed as the private army of this Lord or that Earl and have weird names and traditions and even ranks to boot.The guys behind the Queen here… they are actually serving soldiers. A buddy of mine was Household Cavalry and dressed up like the guys with the metal breastplate when doing ceremonial duty, then trained for actual combat when soldiering.These ancient regiments have halls with ancient flags documenting ancient battles they won. When you join the British army, you join a special regiment with its own nature, history, culture etc… sort of like a cult of war and death. You will be regaled with histories of how your regiment found itself in the 18th, 19th or 20th century, in this place, or that part of the world, facing this nation, or that tribe of tough bastards … and just went straight at em. You get excellent training and mostly decent equipment, and a penchant for the bayonet charge… this is so you can effectively and efficiently execute the complex stratagem of going straight at em. The British Army will not have a war without bloody-well bayonet charging some bastards! If there isn’t a bayonet charge, then the whole affair is best forgotten. Did it to the Argie bastards in 1982[5], Afghanistan bastards [6] and even the Iraqi bastards in 2003 at the Battle of Danny Boy[7]where 100+ Al Mahdi Army insurgent bastards ambushed a patrol of Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders. British army will only bayonet charge you if you are being a bastard and playing hard to beat. Just lay down your weapons and accept the Pax Britannia and the civility that comes with cricket, tea and biscuits… otherwise, we’ll set the Scott’s and Northerners on you.Addition:Here are examples of British military doctrine being implemented in the field:Charge of the Light Brigade - fuzzy orders come from command - our generals sometimes believe their bond with junior officers is so deep that they can communicate orders telepathically, hence in this instance they didn’t waste time in writing things out clearly. British officer in charge of the horse regiments looks at them. Orders are not clear. But, this is the British Army so they could only mean one thing… Never mind the manoeuvres, go straight at em! So his totally unsupported cavalry advances through a valley with cannon to his right, and cannon right in front… it looked something like this:The British Officers knew that mere Russian peasants could not possibly anticipate the sheer genius stratagem of rushing cavalry in a straight line right into the mouths of well prepared and heavily defended cannon positions! No Russian peasant was trained at Sandhurt so how could they? The result was about 40% casualties for these chaps… and Russian cannon positions overrun.Battle of Bunker Hill[8] - The King’s American subjects had started getting strange notions about ‘liberty and equality’ and had decided to squat on a hill that belonged to King George… Not a smart move because the British Army was nearby. The British Army specializes in removing squatters from the King’s land … even if they have been there for hundreds or even thousands of years. In the case of the Australian oborigines, it was discovered by Captain Cook that they had in fact been squatting on Queen Victoria’s land for around 50,000 years!The British Army comes across well prepared rebel American positions a top a heavily fortified hill and as is customary, the British officers carefully study the situation and after deliberation, discussion, tea, revision and decision (where they applied all their collective logic and thinking that their extremely expensive and lengthy education at the finest schools in the world afforded them) they issue orders to Fix bayonets, and go straight at em.As you can see here, instead of going from the side, or at least avoiding the redoubt, the British Marines and Foot Regiments went straight ahead, bayonets fixed… and lost 1/3rd of their men. But they got the hill back…If the British public had seen such tactical genius, they would have applauded and exclaimed ‘Not since the time of Caesar have generals been so masterful!’. The British would take this masterful thinking into WWI and have the troops slowly walk across no-mans land and into the teeth of German machine guns, repeatedly, for years, until they figured at that if they didn’t stop that they might run out of Scots, Northerners and colonials.North Africa Campaign 1940[9] - Italian Army in Libya with over 500,000 men. They want to reforge the Roman Empire. British Army has 80,000 in Egypt, and they’ve just been thrashed in France the previous year. Italians attack with over half their strength. The situation is dire. Defending France only months ago didn’t work. What to do… Enter Sir Archibald Wavell:When aristocratic children were born in Britain in those days, they were given standard British Army regulation names - Rupert, Archibald, Bernard, George, Nigel … that sort of thing - we couldn’t risk British Army officers having names like ‘Chad’ like our cousins across the pond. God forbid an ancient British army regiment be led by a General Chad. The decline of British military might can clearly been seen by the decline of standard issue officer names like Nigel - in 2019, there were less than 10 baby boys named Nigel[10]. The British do not anticipate needing officers in the next 20 to 30 years at least so have reduced the output of Ruperts and Nigels. If Russian or Chinese intelligence is reading this answer - they should know that we can start naming baby boys ‘Rupert’ or ‘Nigel’ etc at a moments notice and in 20 years time, they would be in serious trouble!Anyhow, as is customary for British Officers, Archibald calmly took stock of the terrible situation (ensuring that his upper lip remained stiff at all times) and carefully and methodically came up with a plan! He remembered that the previous year, the air in France had clouded the judgement of the British Army and instead of going at the Germans and taking the Rhineland (the industrial centre of the country) whilst the Germans where all in Poland, they sat around with the French eating croissants - that was the Phony War. Not even a bayonet charge in sight. Best forgotten. Sir Archibald’s plan for North Africa is different. It’s clever. In fact, it’s genius! [But one should expect nothing less from the towering intellects that constitute the British Army’s officer corps].Archibald takes about 35,000 men and goes into the desert, straight at the direction of the Italians (with some fake inflatable tanks for good measure as support and to also confuse the Italians) and …. well, completely crushes the entire Italian 10th Army about 7 times larger than his force. Whoops.Zi Germans hearing of this, send Rommel. He was a military genius - a clever Hun! He was somehow able to figure out our most advanced military tactic. Somehow, he knew we’d send our tanks straight at him (never mind the infantry support, they were too slow) - so he deployed a lot of anti tank guns to chew us up. Because of his genius in anticipating our most advanced military manoeuvre, we remember him as the Desert Fox[11] ! He was almost able to outsmart the British… terrifying really. Entire libraries could be stocked with the books written about him by the British trying to understand how he could have so cleverly anticipated our genius tactic of going straight at em. In the end, we appointed a general on the autistic spectrum - Montgomery - to deal with this clever fox. Monty was able to use the new science of mathematics (pioneered by great Englishmen such as Isaac Newton)!Monty took the forces in Egypt and … [stay with me here - it might get a bit complicated for those of you who have not had a British education] … multiplied them by 2. Incredible! Merging the art of war with mathematics in this way was truly pioneering. For the more discerning among you, you can express Monty’s strategy in the following formula:Force required to defeat Rommel = (current British forces in Egypt) x 2It’s not for nothing that even Stalin said ‘The War was won by Russian blood, American money and British brains’.When the British public heard about his victory, we were in awe of his military genius. Who, except the British officer corps, would have thought of taking the forces you had, and then doubling them, before attacking the enemy? This was totally new and caused some consternation with the Generals (and even Churchill himself). The controversy revolved around the question of whether it was cricket [for the yanks: this term refers to good sportsmanship] to attack the enemy with double the number of troops. It was no small matter either because doing so would break with the ancient British tradition of attacking only when heavily outnumbered! It was considered grossly unfair to go man-for-man against the enemy which would not be using Scots and Northerners. In any event, it was decided that it was cricket because although we outnumbered Zi Germans, if you counted their their Italian allies we were still outnumbered [British Intelligence had commissioned a team of zoologists who carried out extensive zoological studies on the battles fought against the Italians and the Italian POW’s and concluded that the Italians appeared to be a unique group of ‘lions led by a peculiar species of bipedal sheep’ - it was further discovered that these lions and sheep were firmly bipedal and featherless and as such, in accordance with Plato’s definition of humans as ‘featherless bipeds[12] ’, they were classified as enemy combatants - British Science at its finest!].Monty counting the number of Scots he has so he can factor that in to his complex equation.Here is a Scot in his natural habitat demonstrating his manhood to a crowd of English spectators (aside from bird watching, grouse shooting, football hooliganism and chasing a large pack of dogs dressed in Victorian clothing whilst riding horses in order to watch the dogs rip apart the fox[13] , the English also enjoy Scot-watching):As you may have noticed, the Scots have the custom of wearing skirts. They wear the skirt because they are less fearsome than their women who therefore have the privilege of the trousers. Their women are so fearsome that it is said that if an Englishman were to mate with a Scots woman, his heart would explode in the process. The Scots have so much fire in their blood that they are sometimes born with red hair. When Scotland’s King took over England centuries ago, the English noticed that the Scots had many rivers with no bridges to cross them and decided to do the right thing and build them some bridges … later the English discovered the Scots wouldn’t use these bridges because bridges were for ‘wee bairns, an Englishman’ [read: for toddlers and Englishman] - Scotsman cross freezing rivers with raging currents by lifting up the skirt and feeling the water where the sun don’t shine. It wasn’t until the invention of cars that the Scots were universally forced to use bridges.Many decades later in the Falklands, the Argies had destroyed the ship carrying all of our helicopters. No helicopters? No problem! By George this is the British Army and God saw fit to equip our troops with feet! And so, the British officer corps was able to come up with yet another genius plan - they would … {{{walk}}} … across the frozen Island, with almost no heavy weapons and then after an all day grueling march in frozen conditions, they would charge up a mountain right into the teeth of well prepared Argie positions [at night!] and take them… the lads would need some sleep after all this exertion, and the Argentinian conscripts had volunteered to keep the British Army’s sleeping bags warm for them.During the worst of it, at the Battle of Goose Green[14] , the Para’s attack was stalled by crack Argentinian infantry [trained for night fighting and mountain warfare in the Andies no less!] who were really keen on holding on to the sleeping bags! On comes Lt. Colonel H. Jones VC, OBE and the following British Officer-eque maneuver happens[15] :Colonel Jones immediately seized a sub-machine gun, and, calling on those around him and with total disregard for his own safety, charged the nearest enemy position. This action exposed him to fire from a number of trenches. As he charged up a short slope at the enemy position he was seen to fall and roll backward downhill. He immediately picked himself up, and again charged the enemy trench, firing his sub-machine gun and seemingly oblivious to the intense fire directed at him. He was hit by fire from another trench which he outflanked, and fell dying only a few feet from the enemy he had assaulted.His men really wanted those sleeping bags now! A short time later [after watching this display of devotio[16] ] the battalion fixed bayonets and got their sleeping bags!Cooped up in a small ship for weeks made these guys cranky, disembarking the ships under fire from Argentinian jets pissed them off, seeing some of their ships sunk made them seethe with rage because once the war was over, they might have to swim back home across the Atlantic … walking all day in the freezing wasteland of the Falklands to evict the Argentinian squatters was the last straw - these guys were not going to be pleasant when they arrived.And that’s why the British Army is legendary - highly educated, towering intellects, who don’t duck, form the officer corps, and our squaddies (being recruited from fierce war like tribes like the Northerners and the Scots) have a fetish for using the bayonet … so far, we’ve had the good fortune of encountering enemies that ‘don’t like it up em’[17] .Footnotes[1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrauBQf7FpI[2] The Admirable Nelson[3] Corps, Regiments & Units[4] Black Watch History - theblackwatch.co.uk[5] Last charge for the bayonet - a victim of modern warfare[6] Soldier who led Afghanistan bayonet charge into hail of bullets honoured[7] Battle of Danny Boy - Wikipedia[8] Battle of Bunker Hill - Wikipedia[9] https://youtu.be/YMJUYtEDtxc[10] Baby names: How popular is your name?[11] http://The Fox is the largest land predator in the British Isles - we exterminated the bear and the wolf when these predators refused to enter into a peace treaty with King George I to stop eating our sheep and cows.[12] Plato and Diogenes debate featherless bipeds.[13] Fox hunting - Wikipedia[14] Goose Green - The First Major Land Victory co-edited by Colonel David Benest.[15] http://No. 49134". The London Gazette (Supplement). 8 October 1982. p. 12831.[16] Devotio - Wikipedia[17] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejmFSN2qBG0

I was watching the great movie, “Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid” with Blossom the other night. Blossom, amazingly, had never seen the movie.There’s a great scene in the movie where Butch and Sundance are cornered. They are left with a choice of either shooting it out and almost certain death, or jumping in the water with a small chance of surviving.The problem is Sundance can’t swim. Butch laughs at Sundance and he says, “The fall will probably kill you.”Then what do Butch and Sundance do? Well, they jump in the water, of course.That’s the most important startup lesson you can learn: Your success is far from guaranteed.The list of things that can screw you up is endless. You can:Screw up your recruiting, or you can…Run out of cash too soon, or you can…Hire a team of mercenaries that will bail on you at the absolute wrong time, or you can…Screw up your company culture and create a miserable workplace causing everyone on your team to leave, or you can…Bring on the wrong cofounders and have them quit at absolutely the worst time.I could go on, but I guarantee you the list of things you don’t know that can screw you up is long and lengthy.You’re going to be constantly jumping in the water, and trying to keep yourself from drowning.There are so many things that can kill your startup. I was at a lunch meeting with the head of the venture capital fund that was sponsoring me as Entrepreneur in Residence (EIR). I said to Mike, “I know if we get funded, we will succeed.”Mike looked at me and said, “I can think of 100 things that will kill your company.” Mike’s tone indicated he didn’t want to be challenged.I thought to myself, “What a jerk. Sure, there’s the possibility of something going wrong, but none of that’s going to happen to us.”You don’t realize how fragile your startup truly is.Mike was right. I don’t know if there are actually 100 things that can kill your company, and I certainly don’t want to count all the possibilities. That would be too depressing.However, Mike’s sentiment was right. You just don’t realize how fragile your company is when you’re just starting out.Any number of things can kill even the best run, best financed startup, staffed with the best people. Don’t think for a second that you are immune from these things happening to you.Here’s the one absolutely worst, nightmare inducing scenario for any startup CEO:You lose your investors support.There are many ways this can happen to you. For example…Shortly after that lunch meeting with Mike, I started raising money. Then, Dave, the partner that was sponsoring us at the firm, asked me to stop contacting potential investors.Dave said there were concerns the partners at the fund had about the investment. He asked me to complete what he called some, “Fetch a rock” requests from the partners.I asked Dave what that meant. Dave said,“I throw you a rock, and then you bring it back. You think you’re done, and then I say, ‘fetch another rock.’ You fetch the rock again. You’re asked to keep fetching rocks until you get tired and give up.”Dave suggested that I might want to look at the possibility of the fund not supporting the investment. Dave wouldn’t give me a reason for the change of heart.I held out hope that maybe we could fetch the rocks and change the partners minds. Finally, about one month later Dave explained to me that he was being asked to leave the fund, so he wouldn’t be able to sponsor the deal at the fund.Who would have guessed that the partner sponsoring you as an EIR would be forced out? I would have never believed in a million years that would happen. But it did happen.I was on my own now, but I was still very confident that we would be able to get funded. We had a great team and great plan. What could go wrong?The loss of support from the VC fund led to a cascading set of events.Read on…Now that I was free from the grip of the VC fund, I started raising money again. Within one month, we landed what would be our first investor.The fund was a well-respected fund on Sand Hill Road. We were raising $11M, and they committed to giving us $5.5M.We signed a term sheet with the fund in April. Everyone I knew told me that finding a second investor would be easy now that we had a first investor.Except that didn’t happen for us because, yet again, external events came into play. This time, the economy took a turn for the worst.What we didn’t know at the time was that the US was entering its worst financial crisis since The Great Depression. For about one year, the climate for investing in early-stage companies became toxic.Everyone turned us down. And by everyone, I mean everyone. 63 investors said no thanks.We had only two investors left on our list to contact. We had been avoiding both firms because we had heard negative things about working with them.But, when you’re down to nothing, you have no choice but to take a chance. So we reached out to the partner at the fund (we will call this fund “Donald Ventures”) who was expert in our space.Three meetings later we found our second investor. End of the story, right?Not so fast.Everything went well between us and our investors at first. The investors were happy with our progress, and we continued executing to plan, adding customers and revenue at a good clip.It became time to raise our next round of funding. Both our investors, Gill and “Raul”, agreed to do their pro-rata.The climate had gotten tougher for semiconductor companies to find funding than when we raised our original funding. It took us about three months, and then we received a term sheet.The next day, I had a call with Gill and Raul.“I agree to the term sheet,” Gill said.“I agree to the term sheet,” Raul said.All we needed to do was close our funding. If you haven’t realized this already, nothing is done until the money is in the bank. So we started moving as fast as possible to get through the final diligence and get the money in the bank.About two weeks later, I was meeting with Raul in his office on Sand Hill Road. It was our normally scheduled meeting before next week’s board meeting.Seemingly out of nowhere, Raul said to me, “I think we should sell the company.”Raul’s tone indicated he was deadly serious, but I was having trouble processing the words.My heart rate spiked. I could literally feel my heart beating. In fact it felt like my heart might explode out of my chest.“What?” I said.Raul repeated his demand. “I think we should sell the company. We might raise the flag and put $1M into the next round. But even that isn’t a given.“I think we should sell the company.”My heart started beating even harder if that was possible. Raul and I started arguing with each other.Raul actually seemed to be enjoying my predicament. He was calm, and I just lost it.Eventually, after about 45 minutes, I left Raul’s office. A sense of dread swept over my body.That sense of dread would stay with me for the next year.We would have to find another investor to replace Raul, keep the new investor in the deal, and keep Gill and his fund happy.Two months later, we received a second term sheet from a fund based in Boston (Silicon Valley was out as a possible source). Again, I was thrilled.The sense of dread left my body.The Boston investor knew about Donald Ventures not supporting their portfolio companies, so they added a clause demanding each existing investor put in a minimum of $1.5M. Raul blocked the deal, saying his fund would only put in $1M.Again Raul renewed his demand that we sell the company. My sense of dread came back again.But we had three other investors that were pretty close to giving us term sheets. I felt confident that we would be able to close another investor.So now the challenge became finding a third new investor while keeping the new syndicate intact. We weren’t so fortunate. The Boston based investor smelled something was wrong, and they withdrew their term sheet.I still felt confident we could thread the needle and get the two other potential investors to invest. One was a fund based in Pennsylvania, and the other was a strategic based in Texas.About two months later, we were able to get both new investors to commit. We had a term sheet that required none of Donald Ventures money.We were home free, or so I thought. Raul blocked this term sheet too, again demanding that we sell the company.There was one trick I had left up my sleeve. It was a hail Mary pass, but, maybe just maybe, it would be caught.We had a loan with Silicon Valley Bank. Maybe SVB would step in and help us because they were going to lose a sizable amount of money.We had an emergency board meeting scheduled for the next day. During the board meeting, Raul called Gill to let him know that Donald Ventures would allow the deal to go through.We had been saved. The sense of dread I had been living with for the past year left me.For the next few days, I was euphoric. I was busy doing everything I could to close the money as fast as possible.Unfortunately, it wasn’t fast enough. The first new investor, who had stayed in the deal for eight months, decided to pull out of the deal.Who could blame them? Raul had created so much uncertainty that the new investor was worried about Donald Ventures being on the cap table in any capacity.We tried to save the deal, but we couldn’t. Raul had won. We would have to sell the company.The moral of the story is there are many unforeseen things that can kill your company.Little did we know at the time that Raul and Donald (the head of Donald Ventures) were fighting. Raul, not surprisingly, lost the fight, and he was told by Donald to liquidate his investments. We were just collateral damage.I would have never thought we would get tripped up by problems the partner leading the deal had inside his fund. But we did not once, but twice!The point is that startups are fragile. You hopefully will not go through the ordeal we went through, but you will have challenges along the way that could go either way.You’re going to have to trust yourself to make the right decision, jump in the water and keep yourself from drowning.For more, read: What's The One Trait All Successful Entrepreneurs Have? - Brett J. Fox

Bears.Everyone here must have known about bears.When I was on class 9 we were having class fun with other class students and teachers and everyone were asked two questions to which each student has to rise up and answer when their turn comes.The questions were who is your favourite actor/actress and what is your favourite animal?My 1st answer sent everyone to coma but my next answer brought everyone back to earth.I love mantis shrimp nut someone before me already had said about it earlier so I have to take something ordinary and give him the respect it deserves.I said bear is my favourite animal, especially grizzly or polar bears not the tree climbing smaller ones(grizzly is favorite).These two species of bears are Apex predator. They are territorial and they are enormous and huge.Grizzly bears can eat anything- it's omnivorous.From grass, plants, leaves to fish, meat, honey and insects.It makes strategy to hunt, it hibernates, it scavenges (sometimes observed) and also catches fish.It can live anywhere near seas, ice valleys, glaciers, grasslands and mountains.They weight nearly 450kg (900 pounds).In a fight with other carnivores they will make a mockery out of Siberian tiger(largest tiger species) and African lions.Wild buffaloes often save their herds from lion attacks even after an individual buffalo has been captured by using their long horns and shooing the Lions. But in case of a bison herd being attacked by a bear there is no escape if a bison is captured. No one cares to come near the bear, but they are seen shooing off the group of foxes and wolves.In a swimming competition bears will straightaway walk into animal swimming team.They run at 40- 55 kmph and they can run somewhat long as well. Some think with such a lary body it's difficult to run but don't be fooled.They have super powerful claws and their punch or slap will knock anyone of their senses.They have a thick hide. They can climb trees and hunt seals as well.So what if you are in a bear territory.Don't run. I repeat don't run. Try to make yourself look big and make a lot of noises.Carry a pepper spray.May God help you.And of course my first answer was met with giggles among all girls. It's Emran Hashmi.