I'm a hillbilly- I've slept everywhere. Made my kids too, lol!
On a family camping trip, my sis and bil were in the bed of their truck. My brother slept in the bed of his little truck with the tailgate down and his head on the tailgate.
And a big ole black bear was wandering the campgrounds. We could hear the gradually closer noises of panicked people, the beating of pots and pans, air horns and enough bad language to sink a ship.
I elbowed James and said that there bear is comin our way. Get out there and take care of things.
No response.
More elbow and more admonishments and ... he's shaking! WTF? James ain't scared of nuttin!
My brother sits up because he IS scared of lots of stuff and the bear has snorted about on his forehead and screams BEAR IN THE CAMP! JAMES! BIGFUCKINBEARINTHECAMP!!!!!
James is still shakin, with his back to me. I finally figure out he's laughing himself silly. Wtf?
So he goes out there in cut off sweats, bearing a toyota tire tool that's about 2 inches long and 3 ounces of lethal metal of some sort. He beats it on something and the bear about runs over our sons in the small tent a few feet away. He runs over to my sis and bil who are peeking over the edge of their truck and I yell put yer fool heads down or it'll get 'et maybe! So they do and the bear ran off to the next terrified campsite, which were some vietnamese that had 14,000 pounds of stuff packed and ready to go in 5 minutes.
Not really a truck bed story, but there were 3 truck beds there that night.
