One night in the tent with a moose hunting client from North Carolina. 2am he calmly says, “hey guys, guys, guys wake up”. He’s groggily answered, “what Jay, it’s 2 in the morning?”. His reply comes, “guys there’s coons in the ice chest, I’ve heard it 100 times camping at the lake in NC, there’s coons in the ice chest”. He’s told to go back to sleep, “ we don’t have coons up here”. And everyone rolls over, for about 13 seconds until it registers with all of us simultaneously that it ain’t coons we need to be worried about!
Never got to see the offender thankfully but there was some cussing and flashlight and rifle searching whilst wearing nothing but long handles and boots. 😁
