Here is another bear story
In the late 1970's I worked as a seasonal for the North Cascades National Park. One of my responsibilities was to drive a shuttle van through the park to take hikers to trailheads and campgrounds. The park had several campgrounds that black bears visited every so often so we had installed ropes and pulleys for people to pull their gear up to a cable, ~15 high, that was strung between a couple of trees (this was before the bear proof steel conex's the NPS now uses in "bear" parks.
One day I was loading back packs into the overhead rack of my shuttle when I 40ish guy hands me his pack and wants me to wrap it in a blanket so it would not get ripped or snagged by the rack. Now judging from his pack and his dress he looked like the had walked into a REI and told them to sell him everything he needed to go hiking and camping in the back country.
I told him that in all the time I had been shuttling people and gear into the park, I had never damaged a pack. But he got nasty and said he would sue the park if his pack got tore, so I sent for a horse blanket from the tack room and wrapped his $250 North Face pack so as not to tear it. It made me late and torqued me off a bit.
So anyway, I dropped this guy off at the end of the 28 mile dirt/rock road, at a campground that we had a problem bear. I gave everyone the mandatory talk on bear safety, food prep and the need to secure their packs in the air before they turned in for the night. I always emphasized that you should never take your pack or any food item into your tent. With that, I left.
The next day, I made the morning run up the valley and everything seemed fine at all the campgrounds along the way. I got to the end of the road and saw the guy with the "pack" sitting at a picnic table eating a small can of beanyweenie with his fingers. The first thing he said to me was that he spent the night in the small outdoor toilet. The second thing he said was that he was going to sue the park.
Upon further conversation, it seems that he had disregarded my firm instructions and taken his pack into his tent for the night, After dark a very large brown bear had came into his tent, through the huge rent one swipe of a paw had made and came in for the goodies.
The guy retreated to the toilet and watched as the bear tore his tent to shreds. It took his pack in mouth and walked up into the woods, leaving only a can of beenieweeie behind. I found his shredded pack and mangled frame about 200' away and brought it down to him to snatch out of my hands. Ok. The entire trip back to park headquarters he was silent, which was worked for me and the riders I picked up. I pointed him to the head Rangers office when we arrived.
A few days later, we tranquilized that bear with a 180 softpoint and relocated him to the park landfill to put in a deep hole that the maintenance guy had dug with a backhoe