They were looking for evidence of their criminal activity that RH or CC may have stumbled upon and had proof of at the camp. I don’t think they went to the camp to take food or a ham radio. There was something the bad guys thought our two campers had found and they wanted to make sure there was nothing at the camp that would tie back to them. Presuming they were murdered over their discovery, it’s something fairly valuable. They witnessed, found or in some way threatened the bad guys. They probably didn’t even know that they had stumbled across anything criminal. Maybe they spotted a portable meth lab. It was not a couple of guys hunting off season. Maybe poaching? I don’t know anything about the bush land and what goes on out there. But they were in over their heads before they knew it. Maybe never knew it. I don’t know. Drugs. Guns. Most people are so clueless about the real world. It’s ugly. It’s dangerous. And all I know is that I don’t want to know anymore. That way, I’m safer. I don’t snoop around, I don’t ask questions. I don’t befriend the fringes of society.