A bear came to supper when I was back-packing deep in Shenandoah National Park. I was able to scare it off banging pans but it came back several times, crashing though the woods well after dark until it started raining.

Came across a poacher in NM and decided to leave the area after one night because every sound I heard was him sneaking up on me to steal my stuff and do me in, right? The thought that bothered me most was whether I'd ever be found. That was the worst night I ever spent in the woods. People that don't respect the law scare me.