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Camp robbers, i.e. Clark's Nutcrackers......once in the Scapegoat Wilderness, MT. I sat by myself on a ridge dressing a bull elk, the camp robbers would come and take pieces of fat I cut for them within arms reach. I welcomed them as my grizzly guards, till my buddy and the three horses got there. I was stupid and carried the rack down the mountain about 200 yards from the gut pile and tied it on a piece of para cord and pulled it up in a thin tree. The next day when I went back for it I started singing Beatles songs and church hymns hundreds of yards away. I quickly cut the cord and took the rack an went as fast as I could down hill...... Younger days sort of like your climbing adventures. Now I walk with a stick just getting to the trout river...... 300