After running my lines, I pulled my tiny, battered boat into the slip of the muddy waters of the bayou. While I was tying the boat, I could hear yotes howling in the distance. Disregarding them, I rekindled the fire where my tent was pitched. As the sun disappeared, the campsite, located in an area with one side being wooded while the other was pasture. Too tired to worry, I lay down for the night. As usual, I had my glock close by. As when I camp, I also had a machete and a skinning knife. I fell asleep fairly quickly but was awakened in the middle of the night. I could hear the snarling of a beast outside my tent. Being brave as I am, I unzipped the entrance to see what my fate was. As I did, the yote leaped onto me and knocked me back into the tent. Momentarily confused, I reached for my machete and swung hitting the beast in his back end as I used my other hand to grab the bastard and choke him down-essentially killing him with my bare hands. Do not worry though. Other than a few too many ultralites, I am okay.