Here is a bear hunting story for you that was told to me by a guy at a gas station the week before last years bear season.

He and two of his buddies were headed up to Ely Minnesota to hunt bears. Baiting is legal in Minnesota, so they had made several trips up to start their baits, so they were hot before they started hunting. I may also add that you can start baiting about two weeks before the season opens. Anyway, it's now time to hunt. The three guys set up camp out in the woods, within a mile or so of where they are hunting, and have a little bear activity around their camp. One guy is very very very nervous about being camped around the baits, as he is deathly afraid of bears. One night, the guy decides to leave the tent in the dark, and make kaka in the woods. He puts on his shorts, grabs some toilet paper and takes a short walk to a nearby log. He lowers his shorts, and proceeds to poop. In the middle of the act, he feels a cold nose and a raspy tongue on his butt cheek. With his shorts around his ankles, flashlight in his mouth, and un-wiped booty, he takes off like a shot, and falls flat on his face. The craeture pins him down to the ground, and starts chomping at the back of his neck and butt. he screams, yells, and raises all kinds of holy hell. His buddies come ripping out of the tent with a gun and a flashlight, to find their 100 pound black lab on top of the guy.

The guy at the gas station nearly wet himself telling me the story.

We had a guy in our group that was the same way. When he went outside to use the outside shitter in the middle of the night, I followed him. As soon as he sat on the throne, I drug a garden rake on the roof, and walls of the latrine about twenty times, and he screamed for a half hour. I snuck back in the cabin, and we laugehed our butts off. He spent the night in the shitter. Kind of cold with just your underwear on when it's 50 degrees outside.