Amazing story. I have one for you.
32 years ago, camping in the NC highlands. I was with several old buddies and their girlfriends/wives. It was at that stage where old male friendships end, and family obligations begin.
We had rented an old army big tent to serve as a gathering place, kitchen, and generally a place to get warm in the cold April night temps (old cast iron stove fueled by wood with stove pipe poking through the top of the tent). The couples were sleeping in their own small 2 person tents, loosely arranged around the big tent. I was single at the time, and had erected a hammock in the big tent.
The third night there, I wandered off by myself, to smoke a little herb, and get my drink on. Under the stars is fantastic. I fell asleep on the top of the hill.
Awakening the next day, I saw Rangers and others gathered around our campsite.
A large Black Bear had come across our camp, apparently in search of food. Early spring, and bears are hungry.
There wasn't enough left of my friends to bury.
Thank you fine Polish Vodka, and great Kentucky smoke.
Hope you enjoyed this novella.