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My first few by myself were also within a few miles of the truck behind gates on the Oregon Coast. I remember the very first night by myself. It was hot weather so I left the zipper of the tent open. About midnight a little blackbear poked his head in to say hello Not sure I slept for the rest of the six days. Dang those were good times!
Quote from: RadSav on August 09, 2012, 01:09:01 AMMy first few by myself were also within a few miles of the truck behind gates on the Oregon Coast. I remember the very first night by myself. It was hot weather so I left the zipper of the tent open. About midnight a little blackbear poked his head in to say hello Not sure I slept for the rest of the six days. Dang those were good times! thats scary!!
A few years later and a good number of close bear encounters under my belt I slept like a baby all by myself. I remember not many years after that I won a trip to Catalina Island to hunt pigs and goats with Doug Walker. One night we stayed up talking, drinking (no I was not of age yet) and throwing bologna slices around camp to attract pigs. I fell asleep out by the fire with at least three slices within a yard or two of myself. When I woke up there were holes in the ground from where the pigs came in and ate anything that smelled like bologna. I slept right through it. Scott Walker, Doug's son gave me a bad time saying, "You are a terrible scout. We could have been scalped in our sleep by natives you narcoleptic fool!"
Catalina Island to hunt pigs and goats with Doug Walker.hey rad,is that like....THE Doug Walker. like bowhunter magazine publisher Doug Walker?
yea, you were in good company. which probably makes you good company. love hearing stuff like that.