"I started fishing as soon as my tent was back up and had a gorgeous finish to a very nice day. Then, after it got dark, I climbed into my sleeping bag looking to the east at the Crystal range, I think it is called, and watched as the glow of a near full moon worked it's way up over the top of the granite mountains. Once it was over, my day was complete and I decided to go to sleep. That was at 10:30 pm.
As I started to drift off to sleep, I heard what could only be described as a very deep, low, rumbling growl. The shear volume was incredible. It was so loud I could actually feel it. When I go into a wilderness area, especially a place I know has a large population of bears; I always carry a handgun with me. On this occasion it was a compact .45 ACP."