The bear has
eaten our tucker
Now we’re
starving our ass
I’ve had
nothing but kippers and saltines
Since the day
before the day before last
Prospecting up
the Omineca
100 miles
from the road
We had gear
and food for six weeks
Exactly one
chopper load
We were
getting picked up in a week
We had food
just enough until then
Corned beef
in cans, hard tack and beans
Locked up in
a trunk by the tent
The bear has
eaten our tucker
Now we’re
starving our ass
I’ve had
nothing but kippers and saltines
Since the day
before the day before last
The camp boss
was livid and steaming
That was our
last bit of food
He yelled and
he roared and waved his arms
And he chased
the bear into the woods
He ran back
and got his rifle
A Winchester
thirty ought six
He chased
that bear through the bush
And shot him
dead in the sticks
The bear has
eaten our tucker
But instead
of starving for it
We shot that
bear and ate him
It was awful,
he tasted like shit
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