On 06/16/2005 04:57:19 Bill Baka said:I think I have you all beat and this is a no bull, real story. I went to
Yosemite about 1973 with about 20 friends to camp out and visit a friend
who was a ranger there. We all partied at the farthest part of the
camping area we could find so we wouldn't bother anyone else. The beer,
and us, ran out at about 1:30 but some people stayed up (tilted, but up)
talking and I took my sleeping bag up the hill and crashed. I woke up at
daybreak thinking a big dog was licking my face and saw a baby bear.
Thought number one was "How cute.". Then I looked about 20 feet up the
hill and saw mama bear and my second thought was "Oh, [censored]." Looking down
at the campsite, my room mate was making the morning coffee fire and
laughing his ass off at me, waking everyone else to the sight. The baby
was about 60? pounds and the mama was just plain big, but black. I think
the little guy would have liked to play wrestle but I have also been told
that a mother bear will jump in and ruin your whole day if you do. Kind
of like my pet bull, fun when little but dangerous when big, no bull. Bill
Baka
A few years ago I was cycle touring with friends and we camped at the
edge of Sherwood forest, it was nice weather so I slept just with a fly
sheet, in the morning I thought I was at home with the dog licking my
face to wake me up, but boy was his breath bad! I pushed him away about
2 or 3 times, before I remembered I was camping, I opened my eyes to
see the biggest, sharpest teeth I have ever seen (at least it looked
that way from 2 inches away), I screamed in fright and jumped up,
everyone else did the same, at which point the Badger just looked at me
as if to say "please yourself then" and ambled off into the forrest.
Took me a long time to live that one down.
--
Buck
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