In 1980, my bother, a friend and I were drop camped into the Eagle Cap wilderness in Oregon. We were all pretty green in terms of mountain and wilderness hunting. My friends tent was close to a fire ring and cooking utensils. My brother and I shared a tent 20 yards away.
The first night, we tied a string to some of the cooking utensils and ran the string to out tent. After we all were in our sleeping bags for about 1/2 hour, we tugged on the string and rattled the cooking utensils. Then we stepped out of our tent and started firing some big hand guns and hollering "bear"
Our buddy darn near tore down his tent trying to get out of his tent. We laughed our ass off at him, but when he came out of the tent he had a 9MM in his hand. Its a wonder he didn't shoot us.
