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stuffed them with the grass I had cut when I first came up.  When the coffee was ready, I had a cup then went right back to work.  I mounted the figure on a one inch pole I fashioned from a sapling I cut down.  I decided to place my hat on his head and just buy a new one when I got home.  Now for the genius part.  I tied three cans to a thin rope from each arm to act like bells.  They clanged together even in a slight breeze.  That would be the part I hoped would confuse the bear.  Maybe he would think it was me hitting pots together.  It was worth a try anyway.
     
    I was going to wake up early the next morning to see if the scarecrow startled him any.  I wouldn’t have to wait that long though.  I started cooking the hotdogs and beans at lunch.  The aroma must have found favor with that old bruin, because I saw him standing near the camp after I had gone in the camper to get a drink.  I watched him from the window.  He was standing there staring at my new camping buddy.  I guess he wasn’t sure what to think.  It looked like he was about to walk closer to the camp when the wind kicked up.  The cans rang in a horrible symphony, and the bear jumped around and moved briskly back into the woods.  Well it worked for now.  I figured sooner or later he would figure it out though.  Until then the camp would be safe.
     
    After lunch I marked out where I wanted to put a shed for the gear, and then marked out a spot for a second smaller shed.  The smaller one I was going to have to be raised off the ground like a small tower.  I would use that for food while I was staying here.  That way I didn’t have to worry about a bear trying to get into the camper or my truck.  I figured just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t in the future.  I worked a little more on the list I had started last night, then decided to just fish the rest of the day. 
     
    The day went by fast.  Probably because I wasn’t looking forward to the drive back.  I finished the dogs and beans that night, and most all my other provisions.  I burned the fire a little later than usual as well.  I wanted to ensure I enjoyed my last fire.  No coffee tonight.  Just the fire and some cold drinks from the cooler.  The ice I bought hadn’t lasted more than two days, so I had been keeping things cool by filling the cooler with the cold river water and changing it regularly.  Not a bad idea, but I don’t think it would be safe for meats.  I was lucky the hotdogs didn’t make me sick.  I figured they were precooked anyway though.  After a nice night by the fire I put out the flames and packed it in for the night.  Once again I found myself just lying in bed with my thoughts running crazy in my head.  It seemed everything was flashing through my mind.  The camp, the week, tomorrow, my job, the waitress, the bear, the walking outside the camper.  The walking outside the camper.  What was that?  Something was walking around, and it wasn’t the bear.  It almost sounded like a human slowly walking by.  One slow crunch on the gravel slowly followed by another.
     
    I quietly sat up and grabbed a flashlight.  I kept my movements slow and deliberate as I moved to look out the window.  The moon was half full and gave a little light.  There was a shadow moving around where my truck was parked.  It was tall too.  I apparently had company.  I wondered if it was someone trying to siphon my tank.  Then I realized how far in the woods I was.  That’s when I really wished I had brought my rifle.  I had no defenses, and could already see myself listed as a missing person.  Then the real horror struck.  That’s if anyone was missing me to begin with!  Maybe Ryan would report.  No, he would just assume I quit and wasn’t answering his calls.  Yep, I was screwed.  The hell with it I thought.  I decided to show aggression up front.  Maybe that would temporarily scare whoever it was off long enough for me