Never to return, clearly, final score: bear 1/hunter 0.
I had something similar happen 35 years ago. Hauled in some gear/food for a small, minimum spike camp on the opposite side of a 13’teener I was archery hunting on. Sure enough, in the pursuit of a bull and his herd I ended up on the other side of the mountain, not long till dark. No problem, go find the spike camp set up the tent, fire the Hank Robert’s backpack stove, and have some Dinty Moor stew. Bear beat me to it. And rain/snow squalls were beginning to pass through. Was able to salvage enough of the tent to make a dry shelter.
Thank goodness for Snickers bars I always carry with me.
In the pursuit of more stew, the stupid bear actually bit through the Hank Robert’s butane canister…..
