The Bear Guy
Gary, Brett, and I went to Lake
Tahoe to celebrate my 50th and Brett's 12th birthday. When we
arrived it was starting to get dark. I headed off to the
information desk while Gary and Brett set up their tent. When
I returned it was dark so we started playing cards. We were
sitting in the camper late at night just wrapping up the third
and final game of crazy eights. Gary asked me to wake them up
early.
I said it would probably be
about 7am. "Good", he said, "We can get going early."
After the game, Gary and Brett
slipped out the camper door and headed for their tent about 20
yards away.
The next morning I woke up even
earlier than expected and decided it was a great chance to
scare the crap out of Brett. I went over to the tent and
proceeded to do my best bear imitation, snorting and
scratching around the perimeter. Finally I get to the door and
start to unzip the fly. I hear the faint voice of a boy
inside, "what is that?" Then the top of the fly unzips from
the inside, two eyes peer out at me and a man's voice answers
- "it's just the bear guy".
Then I freeze, "that's not
Gary!" I quickly mumbled, "oh sorry - wrong tent" and dove
into the adjacent - correct - tent. They woke up VERY quickly
as I retold the story. We laughed about it the rest of the
day.
From that day on, those people
tell the story of the "Bear Guy" of Camp Richardson, Lake
Tahoe, Ca.
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