The guy who sold me a bear canister at 9pm outside Yosemite

Stopped at a gas station near the park entrance last summer because I realized I forgot mine at home. This older guy in a beat up truck offered to sell me his spare for $60. He spent 15 minutes showing me how to latch it, told me about a spot where a bear popped his old one open like a soda can. I thought he was just trying to justify the price. That night I hung it 100 yards from camp. Next morning I saw claw marks all over it, deep gouges. The latch held. I never got his name but I think about that warning every time I camp now. Has anyone else had a stranger's gear tip turn out to be way more real than they expected?

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