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One of my countless experiences with the outdoors was when I was younger, camping with my father and brother. So (note: I sleep like a rock) we're camping in the Appalachian Mountains in very eastern Ky, and a black bear attacks our campsite because someone who was near-by (which I was mad they camped close to us anyway) decided to leave food sitting out. So the bear ate their food quietly , then came to our establishement and began going through our stuff, just kind-of throwing everything to the ground like coolers and what-have-you. All the while, my father and brother are awake, curious as to what is going on, I'm still sleeping.....I awake to being ripped violently from the tent by both legs in my brothers hands, dragging me from the tent, telling me we're getting attacked by a black bear. Mind you, Black Bears are not exactly funloving animals, so we get in our car, and drive off, he makes a half-hearted effort to come after the car (but didn't distrub us on our 'trip' to the car) but gave up after about 4 steps.
Later, a bat attacked the campsite next to ours, where the bat got into the tent and flew around...a particularly interesting campsite, I must say. Two weeks ago while camping, a coyote kept circling our site, but we were trashed, and when the Park Ranger stumbled upon us (we were being really loud, evidently) he scared the beast off
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