78. Strong Instincts
I was elk hunting in Washington State a few years ago. As I was side-hilling a small canyon, I experienced the old cliché of an “odd feeling” and being really uncomfortable. I headed up to the ridge-line and eventually met up with another hunter coming down the ridge very quickly. He waved me down and informed me that he had been watching me through binoculars and that I had walked directly under a tree with a mountain lion in it.
Apparently, I walked right under it and it simply watched me. Guess he wasn’t hungry. Not so creepy, but an unnerving feeling!
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