answer:We were camping out in a tent at Sam Houston National Forest, way off in the woods beside a small lake. It was a familiar campsite I had used several times before and far enough off the beaten track that most weekends I never saw another human. I was awakened some time early in the morning by sounds outside my tent. They were grunts and whistles and other noises that I could not identify and although I can’t swear to it, it sure sounded like there were more than one of them. It didn’t sound like an animal snuffling around, it sounded like something big walking around and looking into my stuff. Instead of raising all kinds of hell like is his wont, my dog Chibo, a catahoula hound mix, was shivering in fright and trying to hide under my sleeping bag. He is normally fearless when it comes to protecting his family and what he considers his property. This is a dog that has been know to take on a full grown hog one-on-one and come back smiling. I figured if he was not interested in going out and confronting whatever it was, I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it. Shortly the noise drifted off away from my camp and Chibo crawled out from under me and lay with his nose to the tent zipper snuffling and growling quietly to himself. Since he seemed to have settled down, I finally fell asleep some time before dawn. When the sun came up I got out of the tent, Chibo let me go out first. I looked around and could see where things had been moved around and I found my day pack about twenty feet from the tree I had laid it against but could find no tracks or sign so to this day I have no idea what was going through my camp that night. I have camped out in the same area several times since and have never had a repeat experience.