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I've learned to frown on waking up to find a LARGE Black Bear finishing my Hot Chocolate, while my Dog snores contentedly, and the shotgun is slightly out of reach,......

After THAT, I'd have to say close in heavy gunfire and grenade blasts.

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A black bear pawing the tent at 2:00 am definitely had me screaming like a girl. The weekend was also made memorable, by the bear attack victim I met two days later

Did you know that when in sizeable groups, Coyotes appoint a "Director",.....I've never SEEN one,....(HTF could you when you're sawing logs ?)

Dunno whether the little Yodel Hound bastidd dips his nose, waves his paw, or wags his tail, but a whole PACK of those romantic little bastids can fire their loudest cries / yips / yodels and screeches within MILLISECONDS of one another.

They do it just down my lane pretty near every night, when there's some Moon.

OK ready, ? ....3,.....2,.....1,....OWWWOOOooooo

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i woke up to a tent full of javilinas when i was in scouts. we were camping on the flowers ranch up near coutola .

So for a split second you knew what it was like to be gay...Dude thats a heavy load to live with!

Interesting choice of words.

Getting used to the fire pager at my age at any time out of a deep sleep, but being able to get socks on and have pants half on by the time they get to giving the location.... well I don't know how I'm doing it, but it probably aint good on the body to go from deep sleep to being in a vehicle hauling it to town to the station in likely less than 90 seconds...

So far its not been a bad phone call at night, though thats bound to come sooner or later

Was gonna say something about mortars and 122mm rockets myself, face down in a wet ditch wearing skivvies and flip flops...

I actually slept through a GQ alarm on the submarine once during an inspection when I was operating on one or two hours a sleep a night for a week.

I suffered no ill effects, which was more than can be said for the supply officer on our boat when the same thing happened to him on another patrol. We were doing some kind of missile accident drill so were in our anti-contamination suits with air masks, the whole nine yards, and all the lights were out on the boat. He was out cold on his rack so three of us went into his stateroom, tapped him on the forehead with a flashlight, and said "Holy crap, I hope you've been holding your breath for the last half hour". After he got done having a heart attack, he was pretty pissed, but afterwards he had to admit it was pretty funny. Long afterwards.

Broke, hung over, and hoping I heard her right when she said she was on the pill.

Not much of a life for you then huh?????????? Sad for you

Made me recall when I was maybe 9 or 10, sleeping out on the porch on a hot summer night. Woke up in the middle of the night, sort of, something crawling on my upper lip, still in a daze I reached up and squashed it, turned out to be one of those big ol' black stinkbugs.

Back in the late 60's, I recall my Dad telling one of my younger brothers (he was about 4) to wake up one of my olders brothers (he was about 12) and tell him breakfsat was ready. Moments later, little brother comes back from the bedroom. Dad asked younger brother if he woke up older brother. Younger brother says "Yep. I hit him in the knee with a bat."

I love it when they do that. Gives me good ideas on where to make stands.
I have several howls on my Foxpro that can set them off. Two of the best are the female invitation howl and a couple of different challenge howls. I've been able to set off as many as three different packs howling in response. Great way to get a general location on them.

That little bastid had no idea what he started that night when he just about blew me out of my tent. I have extracted considerable revenge in the intervening years.

One of my fellow hunters woke the rest of us in camp up with panicked, horrified screams for help. We were chasing bear in SE AK at the time. In that 3/4 asleep stage, not a whole lot makes much sense, but when it's as a result of a man's screaming, and seeing people grabbing rifles and running out of the tent into bear country in their skivvies, well...

I was awakened this morning when I "heard" my 82 year old mother's voice calling from downstairs. I've been her caretaker for a while. Problem is, she passed away last week.

by a bear draggin your ass out of the tent.

In a scientifically curious sort of way, I find it interesting that no one, thus far, has admitted to waking up after a rough night next to some fat, ugly skank they wouldn't be seen with in daylight because, in this group, you damn well know THAT has happened.

I can only deduce that:

A) Our Campfire brethren would rather face a charging grizzly than admit to such a transgression, or...

B) Standards around the 'Fire are even lower than we suspect, because such incidents are viewed as routine and possibly even desirable outcomes for some. Not that I'd point any fingers, mind you, but a few suspects spring immediately to mind...

By far the most terrifying experience of my life. That siren goes off and your heart rate instantly spikes. Sweat forms on your upper lip and the hair stands up on every inch of your body. Muscles tense with anticipation.

You KNOW it's coming. You just don't know if you're the destination or if the tent 5 doors down is.

Do you run, dive, freeze or just crap your pants?

There is just no possible way to get small enough to feel secure...

Then it hits and you're left with that sick feeling, somebody you know is wounded...

That happens 20 times in 24 hours, sleep doesn't come easy for the next few days...

There's nothing like a 2am phone call. Your 1st thought is 'who died' or 'who's in the hospital'. When it turns out to be a drunk with a wrong number, it's actually a relief.