Yeah- what Art said. Sheesh!
(Good call!).
Years ago a good friend was building a cabin out in the tall weeds, with his wife, daughters, and a couple nephews living in various tents around the site. As one nephew, Steve, told me, he woke up in the wee hours of the morning to see (by carefully peeking - for cause - out the tent flap) his uncle herding a large black out of camp at gun point. Right past Steve's tent flap - about 6 feet out, Uncle talking to the bear the whole time. Having shot a small black bear several days before for camp meat, and jokingly planting the stiffened carcass about 6 inches outside Steve's tent flap before calling Steve awake) Uncle really didn't want to pot another, but at the edge of the clearing the bear started to turn around on him and that's all she wrote.
Uncle came stomping back past Steve's tent muttering,,,,," I ain't in no goddam mood to "ef" with no goddam bear in the middle of the goddam night!"
