I always pitch my tent first thing when I wake up.
Actually did that once on a horseback elk hunt. Got into the park an hour after dark, pulled the packs, loosed and grained the horses, started a fire, ate supper, rolled the bags out and slept. Set up the wall tents after breakfast the next morning.
We had made the mistake of pouring out the 14 piles of grain where the camp went. Pitch black night, and about 2 am I woke up to find a horse stepping over me and my brother who was sleeping a yard away. Badger, a "people horse" had come back in to check the pour sites in case anyone had missed a grain or two of oats...
I couldn't see which horse it was it was so dark, but my brother knew. "Dammit, Badger, get the hell out of camp!". He did too. Wasn't even Bob's horse, but they had hunted together before.
I liked that horse! A few days later I got a little behind and it was 0-dark-30 by the time I got back to Badger - and I was 5 miles from camp. Soon I could barely make his yellow-brown ears out, so I just looped the reins around the horn and let him take me home... he knew where the oats were....
Besides, them things see in the dark better, and I hadn't been on a horse in 19 years before this trip. Figured he was smarter than me....