Moose season, Pink Mountain (Northern British Columbia), four of us had been hunting this area for 2 days, and one of my friends had a moose already hanging.
Three guys come up and decide to set up camp about 30 maybe 40 yards from our camp.
We had set camp up in the corner of a clearing that was at least 500 yards wide and maybe twice as deep, so we weren't impressed with them but it is public land.
After they pitch camp, they come over to chat (they set camp up while we were off hunting).
They were friendly enough, asked us what we were hunting, where we were from etc. It turned out they lived the next town over from us.
One of them asked us what we were hunting with (3 x 338 winmag, 1 x 358 winchester), they laughed and said "there are no dinosaurs up here". They were very vocal about how their 270's were all you needed for moose. I said no problem you hunt with what you want to and we'll do the same.
A couple of days latter they get a moose, they hang it away from camp and then come back to camp and proceed to celebrate (beer for dinner).
They are being loud and drunk so we decide to turn in earlier then normal, so they don't come over and bother us.
Around 3 in the morning I hear boom, boom, boom, my bed was closest to the door so I grab the shotgun by the trailer door and look out (figuring one drunk shot another).
The three of them were standing outside their tent in their underwear, with flashlights and rifles. One guy yelled "do you see it", when I yelled back what, they yelled "get your 338 a bear came through the side of our tent.
I yelled back, why there are no dinosaurs here, which one of them yelled back f$%# you get your gun.
I told them in no uncertain terms that I was not going to go out in total darkness to look for a possibly wounded bear.
They spent the night huddled in the cab of their pickup, at first light the 7 of us spent hours looking for the bear but we never found it or any signs that it had been hit.
The side of their tent was cut in a few places and had a huge muddy paw print on it so we knew they weren't making it up.
After dinner those guys tarped over the tent and placed string with empty beer cans around their camp for warning.
We awoke before first light the next day, to find that during the night they changed their minds and packed up and left.
We hunted up there for a couple of more days but didn't see any sign of the bear that tried to get in their tent.
This area is grizzly country and I can't think of a time over the last 20+ plus years that we have hunted there, when at least 1 of our group hasn't seen a grizzly