Camping...In this Crazy World You Just Never Know Anymore

JayB said:
If you extrapolate out further, it's clear that the risks of a sedentary life and the low grade vices that most people indulge in have a vastly higher death toll.

Having said that IMO there's no small number of outdoor pursuits that are vastly more dangerous than driving but produce relatively few fatalities because a miniscule fraction of the population engages in them for a vanishingly small fraction of their lives.
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I have over 1.5 (actually over 3 with CDL) million safe commercial miles. Hardest part the last 10 years professional driving was distracted driving. But I'll 💯 agree driving is one of the more dangerous activities any more.
 
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Snopro said:
But are the odds higher or lower than getting shot at while fishing.
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my last session of the year on Crane Prairie a week ago, working a fave spot by myself with just a coupla flotilla's of ducks, had caught a nice Cranebow and lost one, when bam bam bam....goes quiet, shots start up again, closer this time...soon a big Lund comes round the corner, three guys with shotguns gunning ducks from the boat, towing a guy in a plastic kayak picking up hits...they waved, could tell they were being careful with shot direction...but who wants to hear nearby gunfire while fishing, so gave a wave back, picked up and headed across the lake
 
Northern said:
There are wackos everywhere.

Just based on population distribution and statistics, I figure it's waaaay more likely that one will break into my soft suburban home, or road-rage run me off the highway than that I will encounter one in a low population fishing/camping spot.
That attack in MT is horrifying, but probably less likely (assuming it was not someone he knew) than having a tree fall on his tent.
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I was off roading up in the Inyo Mountains above Big Pine CA...came across a slide on the trail, which included a big boulder blocking our path on a very steep and narrow shelf road...after an hour using shovels, chain and my winch, we got the boulder off the trail and proceeded to our campsite in a high alpine meadow with a few trees.

I was beat after moving that obstacle in 101 degree heat and 10K feet elevation...I set up my tent under one of the few trees around to keep it in the shade. In the morning, I got out of the tent and looked up...I was directly under a big dead branch that looked like it could fall at any moment. I was so exhausted when setting up camp I just didn't notice it...and I fell asleep after the first beer sitting in my camp chair...
 
I only ever had one issue camping. I was in Yellowstone National Park, in a little pup tent at a campground. In the middle of the night, my tent collapsed on me. I scrambled out of the tent to see the butt-end of a buffalo sauntering away from me. He had walked between my tent and a handy back-scratching pine and pulled out my tent stakes as he walked by.
 
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