Siskiyou: You made me think about a fishing trip we made to the Gulkana back when Sky was about 7. We had caught our limit of Salmon and after filleting them I had them in a big cooler on ice. I placed the cooler on top of the camper, out of reach of bears. I thought.
About 1 AM we felt the truck start shaking. Sky went to the door and opened the curtain. Sky closed the curtain real quick, looked at his Mom and said "A big Bear's belly". I opened the emergency hatch and stood up. I could see a Grizzly standing on the tailgate, trying to climb up over the back of the camper, to reach the cooler. All our fishing rods were lying there on the roof of the camper. I picked up a medium weight spinning rig and started hitting the Griz in the nose. I mean I was really laying it into it's nose. Fast strokes, just laying it into it's nose and face.
Ole Griz roared, stepped back and fell off the tailgate, just as Michelle stood up with her 12ga. Ole Griz landed half on and half off the picnic table. Causing it to roll under the rear of the truck. The truck was really rocking as the bear was getting out from under the truck. When the bear got out and was standing in the middle of our camping space, it went bazerk. Ole Griz totally distroyed a cooler, a tackle box, a screen house, two lawn chairs, and a large trash can the camp ground had chained to a post.
Then the Griz walked down the camp ground, looking at all the tents, and disappeared out on the river.