When I lived out west back in the 80s a couple friends and I were backpacking through the Sierras on one of our summer trips. We stopped for the night at a place called Junction Meadow, hung our bear bags, set up camp, etc., and we were awakened in the early morning hours by the sounds of bears grunting. We exited our tents and saw a mama bear and her cubs eating all our food. I guess we didn't do a good enough job hanging our bear bags. We tried scaring them off by making noise, but it didn't work. We ended up with ONE 1 oz. packet of oatmeal to last the three of us for a full additional week.
Survival time.
I got through it okay though, everyone else not so much
FIFY