A humorous portrait of a thieving raccoon with a need for protection and an outdoors man with a need to save his supplies from the rascal. Hired to find traces of Bigfoot in the wilds of British Columbia, Leslie is panic by sounds of his cooking utensils clattering and his food sack looted. Sure it is Bigfoot, he stays put in his sleeping bag. Surprised by what Bigfoot took: a tin cup, a package of nuts, and a bar of soap. When the thief returns he takes packaged raisins, two chocolate bars, and his only fork. With the morning, tracks seen were not of Bigfoot but of a bold raccoon--so bold he makes his way to camp when frying bacon and flapjacks wafted his way. Leslie explains that raccoons have 4 hands and nimble fingers and described his breakfast scene thus:
"I clung to one rim of my aluminum plate, he seized the other side. We both pulled for all we worth, grabbing bacon and pancake with as many fingers as possible. But his twenty had me bested. He could roll on his fanny, balance with his tail against the log, hold my plate with his hind fingers and stuff his mouth with both hands. Each of us glared at the other as a shameless glutton."
And so starts his summer.
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