I had a really nice hang setup and going on this weekend at our local scout camp (George W. Pirtle). Saturday morning just before daylight I thought I heard someone approaching my hang. I woke up and turned in the direction of the footsteps to find three large, hungry raccoon's. (Affectionately called Pirlte Bears). I flailed my arms about trying to find something to throw at them but I could only grab my stinky socks from the ridge line. So at this point with them now three feet from my head I growled... Two of them ran off while the third and I got into a growling contest...Which I obviously won.
I have never even eaten in my hammock let alone store food near it. I spoke with several others at camp and they thought that I may have looked like a play toy to the 'coons...
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