How about strange things heard, I took a motorcycle camping trip last year and stopped in Meridian state park in Texas, the park ranger told me I had the park all to myself that night and after sitting around a campfire for a couple of hours with a little Crown Royal and water I started getting a little cool. Climbed into the tent and zipped my big butt into my mummy bag for some shuteye. About 12:30am a big boar coon decided to have a look in the trash can about 20 yards from my tent. It appears he threw the lid like a frisbee and it sounded as tho some one had had a car wreck.
Does anyone realize how long it takes to get out of a mummy bag when your are startled out of sleep by the grim reaper disguised as a 25lb racoon. It seems like hours!
Turned out pretty good as after that I was wide awake and certainly not cold anymore. After I shot out of the tent like it was onfire I mixed another drink and watched the fat little bugger go about his nightly rounds. I would follow him at about 20 feet while he scoured the camp for food stuffs, and worked his way down to the lake, waded out into about 6-8" of water and hunted by feel. He would stop every now and then and look at me as if he were saying what the heck you lookin at. I got tired of watching and went back to bed only to hear him catch a heck of a fish from the sound of the fight it put up. I guess the moral here is your imagination is probably your worst enemy on occasion.
Gerald
