When I was 14, I went out to Philmont with the scouts. At the Mt. Baldy base camp, (one of the staffed camps along the route), my group stopped and stacked our packs. I went off to drop a load, and when I came back, my group was gone up the hill to meet the staff. There was, however, a young bear helping himself to the food in my buddies pack. I yelled out, and the next thing I see is a staff member flying down the hill with a wiffle ball batt in hand. He proceeds to woops the bears a$$ with it, as the bear ran off. Funny as s$i#, and forever burned in my memory.
