Keeping Bears at Bay in a Tent
Thursday, December 18th, 2008During our first camping trip, my boyfriend continually teased me about the presence of bears. While hiking he pointed out bear scat, as well as claw scrapes on a tree and paw prints in the mud. I laughed off his observations and firmly held onto the belief that he was wrong.
We returned to the campsite site at dusk to cook a nice steak dinner on the grill. Looking up, I was shocked to see a large bear lumbering towards us and whispered urgently, “Honey, there’s a bear”. With the day’s previous joking in mind, he chuckled and said “Oh yeah, where?”. I nodded my head behind him, and he turned around to discover a black bear standing not 10 feet away from us.
He picked up the flashlight and chased off the bear by yelling at it to go away. We quickly finished up with dinner, and then I nearly hurled myself into the tent. Pulling down the zipper securely, I announced that finally we were safe from the bear. My boyfriend didn’t have the heart to tell me that a few microns of nylon were not about to keep a determined bear out of the tent. But luckily we had taken all of the right precautions such as hanging our food from a branch, so we had no unexpected visitors that night.