Back in high school me and 2 friends went hiking in Vermont. At night me and my friend slept in a trailside cabin….I’ll never forget it was called Ritterbush camp….our other friend slept outside under the stars. While we were asleep in the cabin we heard a lot of commotion outside that sounded like wolves or maybe a bear and we just figured our friend outside would be dead and eaten when we got up. We decided to just wait it out and stay inside because we warned him so….oh well.., I remember the sound seemed so loud and like just what you would expect if a hungry bear was rummaging around looking for fresh meat. Terrifying!
We did get up in the morning and found our friend making coffee on the fire and we looked around and found that a mouse had chewed through my pack to get to a small packages of saltines I picked up at a diner
It happens to the best of us
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Originally Posted by Crowbob
Way back when I was young, probably a few minutes after Columbus rediscovered the New World, I, my cousin and his buddy were camping, dispersal type, in one of those old, musty, canvas cabin-type tents with a flap on one of the walls for a door.
Well, we’re pretty much minding our own businesses, getting ready to crash after telling bear stories, when a HUGE black and brown snout poked its black and also BIG and surprisingly prehensile nose through the flap and into our tent.
Were one happening to be looking at our tent from the outside, one would have seen, in 3-D, three writhing incoherent lumps of horrified flesh trying to bust their ways to safety through each of the other three walls of a musty old canvas cabin tent.
One would have heard some heartfelt screaming, also.
Come to find out, eventually, an enormous German Shepherd brought its family of humans for a camp-out in our vicinity just that very same evening.
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