I was backpacking once and was in the tent sitting out a fast moving snow storm in the middle of the day when I heard what I thought was a voice. I swear it sounded like a person calling to the camp. I even answered it. I had my dog with me and she was part lab and ridgeback. That dog started going nuts. She was about a year old and at tem months had already run bears out of camp twice before. I grabbed my pistol and opened the tent door keeping her back. Well two bears were fighting over my Ursack bear bag. I fired a warning shot over "the bow". The bears left Dodge in a big hurry and never came back.
I've had knock down drag out fights over my friends pack by raccoons because he left some uncooked pasta in it.
I have woke up one night while cowboy camping with a group of horseback riders thinking the horses had broke loose. I hear what sounded like a horse walking down the hill right towards me thinking "this will be easy to catch him". I was laying in my bag with an old mini mag light and a buck knife. No gun. When "the horse " was about five feet from me, I turned on the light and looked right into the face of a large black bear. I didn't know what else to do so I yelled in the biggest big boy voice I could muster "GIT!". The bear turned and ran back about 30 or 40 feet and stopped a started blowing. I started yelling and throwing rocks and sticks and anything I could until it eventually left camp.
I've had knock down drag out fights over my friends pack by raccoons because he left some uncooked pasta in it.
I have woke up one night while cowboy camping with a group of horseback riders thinking the horses had broke loose. I hear what sounded like a horse walking down the hill right towards me thinking "this will be easy to catch him". I was laying in my bag with an old mini mag light and a buck knife. No gun. When "the horse " was about five feet from me, I turned on the light and looked right into the face of a large black bear. I didn't know what else to do so I yelled in the biggest big boy voice I could muster "GIT!". The bear turned and ran back about 30 or 40 feet and stopped a started blowing. I started yelling and throwing rocks and sticks and anything I could until it eventually left camp.