it involves leaving a trail of salmon leading from the woods to your computer case. Then you just wait for a bear to follow the trail and get stuck inside your computer.
Sitting around the campfire here just outside Yosemite discussing where we want to put our bear bag to keep Smokey's west coast relatives out of our stuff when we hear a noise from one of the motorcycles, turns out to just be a raccoon sitting on it trying to steal it.
Oh good, that hand puppet fooled you. I thought I made life really uncomfortable for that raccoon for nothing. Carry on.
I once hugged a bear to death. From that moment on, that move was globally known as the bear hug. Badass enough for you?
