Many Full moons ago,
Three freinds of mine and I were camping, up in the Chippewa National Forest. Now at that time we were all pretty much broke, we had just enough change to fill our motorcycle tanks, buy some food,some beer, and head out for an adventure in the Great North Woods.
We picked a secluded campsite near the lake and set up camp.
After an evening of partaking in a few brews by the campfire,we all started passing out one by one,myself being the last one to stay awake I decided someone had to guard the beer, I wanted to get up at the crack of dawn and try my hand at some shore fishing, so instead of staying up all night I just drank what was left of our stash.
As my fellow campers lay on the ground in their sleeping bags just snoring away and making a hellish sound. I walked over to the screen tent to put the food away and then I heard it, back in the brush, just passed the glow of the lanterns, and the campfire light, something was making its way through the brush. I could not make out what it was, I just kind of figured it might be a racoon, or a skunk. Then out of darknes comes this noise, this damm thing is growling now, a low gutteral sound that made my man berries crawl back were they came from. So I grabbed a couple pots and started
banging them together, it was the only thing I could do.
During this rukus my buddie started waking up and screaming at me to knock it the [censored] off. I tried to explain what I had heard to no avail, go to bed you goddam drunk they screamed at me.
So I crwaled into my sleeping bag and laid as close to the fire as I could possibly get, I pulled that bag up over my head, reached down to check on the man berries and they were still gone. I closed my eyes and just layed there listening for what seemed to be forever, constaly peeking out to look for the moring daylght, to afraid to get up and put another log on fire.
Eventually at sometime during that horrid night I managed to fall asleep.
Now I am in this twilight somewhere between dreams and reality, when I hear this blood curtling scream, my eyes pop wide open, a quick check of the berries and they are still hiding.
I am too afraid to even look out of my bag,then all of a sudden I get this warm tender feeling, did I [censored] my pants,No!!,are the berries back, No!!
Hell is now on earth and I am stuck in middle of it!
I just have to suck it up and save my buddies from this beast. I leap out my bag and grabed the closet piece of firewood I could swing, my buddie is screaming trying to get out of his sleeping bag, the others run off into the bush.
“Now”; its just me, my buddie, and the beast I could see the beasts head, its claws gouging into my friends face.
I had to save him. I ran over and knocked them both down we struggled, we wrestled, we screamed as the beast ran off into the brush it’s tail between it’s legs, never to mess with a human again.
Yes we did win this battle with the beast, I do not have any proof that this event truley happened, you will just have to take my word for it.
I am chilled, and humbled, as I tell you this story.
I do not know what this beast was,nor do I care to find out, there are many stories of this beast, some claim it is still out there, just wondering outside the light of a campfire.
Be afraid of the beast with white stripes. 
…. I didn’t do any calf distress calling that week