>>1029269> Less than two hours later, the storm hits pretty hard> Wakes me up and I lay there just listening to the soothing sounds (I absolutely love thunderstorms)> Maybe a half hour later, I hear branches breaking over the sound of the rain. I go about half alert mode, but grab my hand gun just in case> Silent for a bit after that> Right after I put it away again, I hear a large crash as if a nearby tree was broken in two> Full alert> I know it was probably caused by the storm or something, but get out and check regardless> Standing naked in the rain with my 1,000 lumen torch, I quickly sweep the immediate area, but don't see anything.> Buddy sleeps with earplugs and is a heavy sleeper to boot, so he doesn't even wake> Finally, climb back in my hammock and after some difficulty, fall asleep > Friend always is the first to wake> He comes and shakes my hammock to wake me yelling> Grab my gun, "What the fuck are you talking about??"> Only really heard the word "bear" in my sleep haze> Jump out of the hammock and follow him into the forest (naked still)> We get to the area where we had hung our bear bags, and the tree he had hung his from had claw marks all the way up to the branch he had slung it over. The branch had been ripped right off> His food bag was nowhere to be found.> Thankful that it was his and not mine because I always over pack on food and he always underpacks, I offered him some of my extra meals> Take mine down and head back to camp, pack up, and hit the trail> Maybe a quarter mile down the trail, we come across these really nice permanent campsites that we could have stayed at> Sitting in the middle of one is what's left of his food bag, trash thrown everywhereNow, I had always been under the impression that when bears get ahold of food, they stop and eat it there, not carry it away. At least, I figured that was the rationale behind throwing them your food to distract them in a confrontation.
