in about 1960 we were on a junior camp hike in Yosemite . strict rule was to have all food stuff hung in a tree away from camp. my Nephew couldn't resist a bunch of snickers, butterfingers etc in the bottom of his sleeping bag. about 1 am we were all awakened by his caterwauling like a stuck hog. nice 200lb ish black bear was dragging him into the river about 50 yards out of camp. we counselors all grabbed pots and pans and rescued him. whole bottom of his bag was covered with bear slobber and the inside of the bag with 9 year old's piss! we let him keep the candy
might have been a mistake rescuing him. he was a drug addict for the next 50 years and in and out of prison. PTSD? not!
