I thought my heart was going to explode one moonlight night.
I had hung my pack on a tree next to me and put a bag over it since I thought it might rain. Chest height or so, close to the hammock.
Sometime during the night I woke from a dead sleep to a horrendous terrifying snarl/growl/scream. It sound like it was right in my ear! At the same time, something slapped off the side of my hammock several times. My adrenaline went through the roof. It then got quiet and I thought, what the hell do I do now. I decided to turn on my light and have a look.
Nothing. I tried to go back to sleep, but that was done. So I got up and then noticed that the bag was ripped at the top.
Nearest I can tell a raccoon was coming down the tree backwards, hit my pack, lost its balance and careened into the side of my hammock! Thank God it didn't land directly in with me - for sure I would have had a heart attack with a lapful of raccoon.
I figure that's what we get for being guests in their homes. How inconsiderate of me to hang pack on his doorstep!
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