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True story here, I have several friends who cut timber in Alaska. This would be on the very wet southeastern part of the state near Canada. They liked to try and save as much money as they could so they would pitch a tent near the job and camp out. Under any conditions this would be called a rough camp. One of the newcomers ( a Northwest Timber cutter) to Alaska expressed a strong fear of bears. It goes without saying these guys lived in Brown bear country. They'd had a few Browns around the camp looking for easy food (I'm not blaming the bears one bit). This must be the first time this ever happend but the boys had a few drinks and afterwards decided to have some fun with their buddy. When he went to sleep they wired some bacon to his leg, bacon was left about 10 feet outside the tent. They woke up in the middle of the night to the buddy screaming and being dragged backward out of the tent. They kinda had to do some tricky shooting to save the buddy. I'm not laughing, this wasn't funny. This is my same friend who would throw rocks at a full grown brown in camp at thirty feet distance to make him go away, he didn't want to have to shoot.
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