Originally Posted by hangNyak
True. Last year I kept my food in a vehicle. One night I crawled out of the hammock to go take care of business, to find three coyotes in the middle of the road!
I almost took care of business in my britches!
See, that's exactly why I don't leave the hammock at night.
'sides, it's cold out there.
So many trees, so little time...
We follow where the Swamp Fox guides,
His friends and merry men are we;
And when the troop of Tarleton rides,
We burrow in the cypress tree.
The turfy hammock is our bed,
Our home is in the red deer's den,
Our roof, the tree-top overhead,
For we are wild and hunted men.