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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!"