A few years ago, I was backpacking with this guy in the Porcupine Mountains in upper Michigan, known to have plenty of black bears. On our second night in, we had a beautiful campsite on the shore of Lake Superior and it was a crystal clear evening, temp in the mid forties. There was a fire pit, and the guys were bent on having a fire so they collected some windfall and got a nice little blaze going.

Anyway, this one guy who had been huffing and puffing on the trail that day suddenly pulls out a bottle of wine and a chocolate bundt cake. My first reaction was like, "WTF, no wonder why you were so winded all day. How much does your pack weigh?"

Then it occurred to me, it was pitch dark and we had already hung our food. So now I'm asking, "WTF else do you have in your pack? You're sleeping way over there, right?"

To this day, I don't know why we didn't have any nocturnal visitors...