We were up in the Sierra mountains outside the east side of Yosemite. We were trout fishing the streams for a few days. The first night we got up there and set camp we made a classic camp dinner. Hot dogs, beans, bread and the days catch. As we were cooking this delicious meal next to the stream running through the camp site we heard a larger splash in the water. A buddy walked to the waters edge with a flashlight to checkout what the noise was and....sure enough it was a big black bear walking through the stream looking for the remains of the freshly caught trout. Once it was determined it was a bear the buddy nearest the bear 'calmly' asked for the keys to the car..."Keys, keys, get the keys to the car....lets go...bear....its a bear...its a f@#ing bear". Side note: the one closest to the bear has reoccurring bear attack dreams. Anyways, we banged one some pots and pans, through some rocks and the bear disappeared into the dark of the night never to be seen again. Of course the next night after a few glasses of Honey Jack we tried to lure the bear back with some old hot dogs on the side of the creek. Unfortunately OR Fortunately we never got the bear to come back.
Never the less, we caught many fish, made incredible memories and enjoyed the outdoors.