Stuff might work often....like a battery power radio often does for long periods of time...weeks...months...until that one bear comes along and breaks "the rule".
This...👆
At least, the 11th or 12th trip to Kodiak, utilizing the same protocols to keep bear safe: All deer meat (behind electric fence,) and cooking shelter kept 100 yards from the tent respectively. No food around tent. Honey bucket at 50 yards (downwind) and elevated for viewing pleasure of the usert, allowing to view surrounding area while occupied elsewhere (for bruin watch.) Typical stuff with nary a concern for more than a decade. . .
Last trip 2 years ago. 0430 hours. Hear a plastic container rattle in the distance. Figure a fox had found something. 5 minutes later, the plastic "clunk" of a bucket sounds off close to the tent. Put shoes on, grab the 375 and the 1k lumen light. The boar stands up at 20 yards, displaying a partial leftover of the contents of the honey bucket (that was now laying at it's feet) out of the left side of it's maw. Then, displaying a look of (seemingly!) guilt and humor (both at the same time) on it's face, decided to take Sir John Falstaff's verbiage of "the better part of valor being discretion," and bolted off, never to be seen again on that trip!
It never fails now, that when chatting with one of the 3 other fellows I accompanied on this trip bring it up, the phrase "schist-eating grin" is somehow worked into the conversation each (and every!) time...