Saturday Memories

We had been fishing most of the day it was getting late so we decided it was time to head back to camp. Once we got to camp Greg, went to get some groceries for dinner and breakfast. After he came back to camp we had dinner, then we sat around the fire chatting about the fish we had caught and where we would fish the next day.

There were several different lakes that were pretty close to our campsite. About nine o clock I decided to pull out the hot dogs and roast a few of them along with some marshmallows. Brenda my Sister was tired so she climbed into the truck and went to sleep. Soon afterward Greg, Robert, and I laid our sleeping bags out on the ground next to the fire getting ready to turn in for the night.

After we lay there for a while we could here something rummaging through the trash. Greg looked over towards the noise and spotted a black bear sniffing around and making his way, towards us where we were laying in our sleeping bags. The bear walked into our camp and instantly found our icebox, sitting in front of it shattering it to peaces with one blow to the top of the icebox.

Robert my Brother asked what should we do? Just lie there and be really quiet. The bear walks over to Greg and smells his hair and head and moves down his torso sniffing as he descends down Greg’s body. The bear makes his way over to where I was laying; soon he was standing over me sniffing my hair making his way down my torso as well.

Finally it was Roberts’s turn to go through the terror of a black bear, breathing and sniffing over him. Robert was the victim of some very potent feet when he was young. As I remember, Mom made him set his shoes out side at night. The bear sniffed Robert’s hair as well and made his way down Robert’s torso finally arriving down to Robert’s feet the bear shook his head, while sneezing, and then took off hauling ass out of the campsite.

Afterwards, we scrambled to our feet to check on each other and try to gather, our nerves. Finally morning arrived and Brenda climbs out of the truck, Greg her husband was up before she was cooking breakfast, for all of us he told her about our experience with the bear that Roamed into our campsite the night before.


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