Tried all of the suggestions. It was raining so nothing could be lit on fire for long, and the bears kept bloody dodging the fires. Of course, they followed me and kept hitting me in the head till I was nearly bleeding out on the floor. Fortunately, they died. Unfortunately, the big bad spider came and finished the job before I could do anything.
sighs At least I know where the scouter is… I’ll probably install foot cranks on a pick-up and trash the damn scouter for failing me in the moment of truth. 
Hmmm, pick-up truck powered by human feet…