Me and a buddy did a fishing/camping trip back in high school. We camped somewhere along the June Loop near Mammoth. I can't remember exactly where but it was a designated camp site. I had the cooler full of food safe in the back of my Toyota 4x4 with 33's and a 6" lift.
We go to sleep in the tent about 10 feet from the truck only to awake a few hours later to the sound of the bear playing smack the cooler against the back of my cab. Focker climbed right up the side of my truck and started beating the shit out of my cooler until it opened up. He ate all our shit and then climbed out of the truck heading toward our camp. We are in the tent going WTF do we do now :idea: . Just then the ranger pulled up and scared him away.
We are thinking--cool--and thank the ranger for helping us out. But that was not what he was thinking. The ranger was pissed at us for not stashing our food and started to right us a ticket for feeding the bears :boxingguy Nothing like rubbing salt in the wounds. I talked him out of it and all was OK, but what a dick. We hung our shit from two trees the next night.
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