My worst encounter by far out in the sticks has been the two legged kind. No amount of coffee will awaken you in the morning quite like having a few unkown men walk into your camp from behind cover with loaded rifles and their hands in shooting position. There's more than one reason why I keep a loaded 44 in the cook tent, along with a big pot of coffee and extra cups. It's a whole lot easier to drink coffee if you aren't brandishing a weapon.

Now for 4 legged critters, I've only had one bear and a nest of raccoons harass me at mealtime, on separate occasions of course. I did have a 6 point white tail in velvet come into camp and eat a half a can of fresh coffee grounds once. It was easier dealing with the bear and the coons than it was that wired up buck!!! <img src="images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" />