It was a cold brisk day in Oregon. John and Eric both 44 years old had been in the woods and camping most of their life. This was their first time out together.
This trip was going to be for two of their four weeks they had accumulated from their jobs. John went over his checklist: Canoe, Tent, GPS, Walkie-Talkies, Cell Phone, Compass, Food, Water, Flashlights and two Survival knives. He had already given the campsite coordinates to a friend and had left instructions they would call after one week and call prior to departure. They had longed for the day to get away and clear their minds.
They canoed down the river and had gotten their gear and moved it to the campsite. They put up their tent and arranged the inside with their sleeping bags and gear. Careful with food and adhered to the rules when camping near bear country. You are never sure during this time of year whether all of the bears are hibernating.
Things went smooth the first four days. It was dark and the two had been in their bags for a couple of hours. John asked Eric if he heard something that sounded like a wood knock. He replied he had already been asleep and didn't hear a thing. The next night it was Eric's turn. There were some small rocks being thrown at the tent. It startled Eric at 1:00 a.m. and he got John up saying be quiet something is throwing rocks at the tent. John told him to go back to sleep. Eric didn't rest well the rest of the night.
The next day they went fishing. They had caught some fish and had them on a stringer that was secured in the ground. Eric was down river casting while John heard a whistle. John went to investigate. To his surprise when he returned the stringer of fish were gone. John called to Eric on Walkie-Talkie and asked did he get the stringer of fish. He had not. John yelled out "Whomever got the fish I sure hope they were worth it." When he saw Eric he told him its kids or someone taking their things, knocking on wood, throwing rocks, and now stealing fish that had been caught.
