My goal is to be the thing other things are scared of in the dark

I was attacked by a hefty black bear late one evening long ago at Skilak Lake up in Alaska. It was supposed to be a late season fishing trip, and I arrived at the launch/campground by myself and started setting up camp. My buddy was to arrive later that night, and the next day we were going up river. I had the campground to myself; this late in the summer very few folks were out fishing. Shame, too, because late season is great for rainbows and silvers. Because it was bear country, I always wore my Super Blackhawk in a shoulder holster. This evening it was cool but not frosty, clear skies light breeze. Perfect night for a campfire while waiting for Charlie to show up. So I gathered some firewood, then pulled my old camp grill out of its plastic trash bag. I go over to the fire pit and crouch down to start a fire. About then I hear a slight rustling behind me and BAM! The breeze had filled that Hefty Trash Bag and rolled it into my back! I nearly filled that bag with .44's.