Dogmoon,
You've never spent a night alone or with just a few friends in black bear country, have you?
You, a couple of buddies, only canvas between your corpus and whatever slavering beast prowls about outside. Snuffling, snorting, grunts of effort as your supplies are casually dismantled. The scraping of claws upon wood, resulting in the 2 or 3 inch deep gouges you'll discover in oak and elm in the morning. If you're really lucky that 'mere animal' will stick its broad, massive head inside your tent and give you and your friends a lesson in what it means to be scared


less. 
You've never spent a night alone or with just a few friends in black bear country, have you?
You, a couple of buddies, only canvas between your corpus and whatever slavering beast prowls about outside. Snuffling, snorting, grunts of effort as your supplies are casually dismantled. The scraping of claws upon wood, resulting in the 2 or 3 inch deep gouges you'll discover in oak and elm in the morning. If you're really lucky that 'mere animal' will stick its broad, massive head inside your tent and give you and your friends a lesson in what it means to be scared

Rudyard Kipling said:You can talk of gin and beer when you're quartered safe out here, and you're sent to pennyfights and aldershot it. But when it comes to slaughter you'll do your work on water, and you'll lick the bloomin boots of him that's got it.
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