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Thats why I sleep with a loaded .45 in my tent.
One night several years ago in Bunch Grass Meadows up in the NE part of the state, I helped my friend pack a mid-size bear out. I was pretty wore out when we were all done. I was in my sleeping bag laying on my stomach daydreaming about bears when something from outside the tent put a paw on my shoulder. I was half asleep and yelled and pushed it away. It then jumped right square on top of me. I was shouting and throwing my arms up trying to push it off me. I could hear my hunting partner start laughing. I woke the rest of the way up. The tent was about 2 feet tall. It had snowed pretty hard during the night and the tent and fiberglass poles were sagging. Scared me pretty good.