Coons are bad enough, but it's damn lucky it wasn't a Badger . . . Years ago back home while camped at East Fork Reservoir (aka Rock Creek Dam in local-speak, the headwaters of the East Fork of Rock Creek), I was fishing streamers at night along the shoreline. I had landed a Rainbow that I was going to keep for breakfast, but as I reached back for my basket I couldn't feel it. Reluctant to turn-on a light, I fumbled around for a bit, finally picked-up my flashlight & discovered a stealth Porkie contentedly gnawing on the leather strap. Had I reached 6 more inches, I would have experienced a painful end to a great camping trip.