Frank's Addendum:

I get back from Lawbster Night, grab a 12 pack from the cooler and head up
to Clave Central to chat. After about an hour, I head back down the trail
to the tenting area. As I get to the edge of the meadow, I hear a noise
behind my tent. I head over there and find a bear pawing through my cooler.
He stands up, reaching about 6 foot tall, hisses at me and then "huffs"
twice. At about that time, Wolfy's sleepy voice (with a tinge of
irritation) comes from his tent; "Frank, is that you?"
I hollar "BEAR" and start flashing my flashlight in the bear's eyes. He
drops to all fours and slowly loaps off into the woods, goes about 15 yards
and sits down. I continue to hollar at it.
Wolfy comes out in his bear baiting outfit (shirt, underpants and
flashlight) and we make all attempts to get the ******* to leave. As
Wolfgang said, this guy wouldn't leave.
I'd been complacent. No probs with bears for the previous 3 years and left
my cooler out. After the bear moved up behind Wolgang's tent, I cleaned up
what I could of the cooler mess and chucked it and some gear in my truck.
Thanks to Tom and Mike for affording me nights lodgings.
Next morning, I went down to survey the damage. The bear had indeed not
left. He came back and made a new front door on my new Kelty tent. He
pulled out my kitchen box and pretty much shredded the contents, eating my
breakfast cereal and bread. He had already eaten the remains of the barley
stew (of course, he did have sour cream with that) and a couple pounds of
butter. He then went back into my pawed through my clothing bag. I then
found my back pain bottle, crushed, but no top. It had about 40 Flexaril
and 10 Darvocet. Well, half of the Flexaril are gone and all of the
Darvocet are missing.
He then went out and shredded the side of the tent and then even knocked
over the plastic tub that had nothing but a propane bottle.
So, barley stew, sourcream, butter, and drugs. Rudy, the camp ground owner,
did mention that there had been a bear at the dumpsters overnight with a bad
case of the ****s. I figure that bear has a real good fiber and grease
system flush in the works. Just follow the **** and then listen for the
snores.
I decided to sleep at Cherry Run Friday night and at the Feather Hook on
Saturday. I did not want to meet up with a high- colonic-loving,
drug-crazed junky bear looking for some Captain Crunch and more milk.
Besides, my tent was now cross ventilated and would not keep out the
mosquitos.
By the way, before the night was out, everyone in Coburn knew me as the
idiot that left a cooler out next to his tent. I even heard about it at the
corner grill and grocery store in town. Oh well, it gave me reason to stay
at Cherry Run Friday night and take everyone's poker money.

--
Frank Reid
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