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> be 1998 backpacking along the Colorado, new mex border
> 3 best bros with me weve known each other since 3rd grade, all avid campers/hunters
> hiking along a fairly wooded trail talking about "what if senerios"
> Kevin says what if a bear, screaaaaaaach from the left side of the trail
> David says what kind of bear makes that noise, Kevin says probably a fox in heat, a vixen... About 20 feet in front of us a bear sprints across the trail.
> well ain't that some... Screeeeeeeereeaaaaam!
> everyone on high alert, David pulls out his ruger red hawk, Kevin his .22/ 12 gauge combo
> the woods break into a nice field with a large stream, we decide to make camp, it will be night soon
> decide to make 2 huge fuck off bonfires and camp between them
> I go off to fill the cooking pot with water maybe 50 feet from camp
> it's just the beginning of nightfall
> hear a shitty impression of David across the creek say, what kind of bear makes that noise sounded shirty though like a cheap tiger talk boy
> not thinking really, answer "what the fuck Dave"
> voice switches to Kevin, a vixen,a vixen, a vixen, a vixen,screaaaaaaaccchhhhh
> sprint back to camp, everyone is at defcon 0
> cook dinner and get the 2 fires roaring.
> hear sniffing and shuffling in the distance all night
> saw some movement in the distance a few times but never a clear look
> fired some warning shots that were followed by screams
> every task that night and the rest of the trip we always do things in pairs and armed
