So sticking to our people getting worked by animals motif, I asked Ben to go into greater detail on his story of his scout master getting mauled by a bear at scout camp. Some stories are just so awesome, so amazing, so deep and profound that they need greater explanation. This story is one of them. So I caught up to Ben and asked him to share this with us. Here's what he had to say...
So there's not a whole lot of details involved in this story, but I'll do my best.
Scoutmaster: think large white man with a gnarly beard. Bear: think hungry big beast that could tear you a new one. So we were all at scout camp, and as per usual we got our welcome safety "don't-do-this" speech which consisted of a lot of things people have done in the past..no fireworks, no personal guns, don't leave food out, etc. However, don't leave food out for the express purpose of getting a picture of a bear while you leave camp and set up your own tent hadn't made the list, and this loophole must have been the reason why our scoutmaster ventured into the woods to get his picture.
He left food out, he poised for a picture, he saw a bear, and he got owned. I don't think it was too bad, but he definitely got swiped, and I bet it had to do with the fact that the bear didn't like the flash of the camera too much. Our Scoutmaster ended up being ok, but he did have a few cuts and bruises to go with his injured reputation.
Epilogue
We laid low for a couple years and didn't return to that camp until a few years later. We figured nobody would remember the incident much less associate are troop number with our former scoutmaster. While nobody pointed fingers at us, the safety speech included a story about some dumb guy who went off and left some food out to take a picture of a bear and ended up getting on Smoky's bad side.
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