O.K Unity... you knew I would bite-

I once was floating middle fork of the Salmon with a pretty large group. A tupper boater sort of was tagging along. At camp he pulled in and introduced himself. Talking with him, he had his boat, and a small dry bag with.

Two jars of peanut butter
A big bag of weed
A bottle of 151 ( max punch min space )
some power bars.
A water filter and plastic bottle
A small sleeping bag and almost a change of clothes.

He was an alright guy to talk with but insisted he needed nothing from us ( offered him dinner) Anyway, he was a lot like a Racoon.. He would show up late at night and when everyone was asleep would come in camp and root around for left overs.. This went on for 5 nights.. He was looking pretty tore up by the last day. Here is the kicker, when we got to the takeout there was the hottest chick you can imagine ( did have hairy arm pits however) Waiting for.... Yea, you guessed it. So they hopped into the Vanagon and headed to who knows where.