When my wife and her family "went West" in 1962, they towed a trailer and camped along the way. Being from the East (DC) neither her father nor mother really knew what to expect. One evening, quite late, they pulled off the road in front of a gas station in Wyoming -- and all there was there was the gas station and it was closed. They figured no one would mind.

Around 10 a.m. the next day comes a knocking on the door, which awakened them. My father-in-law got out his .45 revolver and, keeping the gun quietly behind his leg and out of sight, opened the door.

The lady outside said, "Hi! We left you sleep, but if you'd like some breakfast come on in!" Which they did.

Later that day, as they were pulled over to view the Grand Tetons, their dog has the wits scared out of him by the wildlife.

A chipmunk.

The dog was a Great Dane.....