remembering over 30 years ago when I first heard a Mountain Lion squall after dark. I had just crawled down from an old tree stand WAY after dark and was walking about 300 yards to my truck. Having been raised on the property, I was using just available moonlight to follow an old familiar trail when the D**N LION screamed from a creek bottom less than 30 yards from me!
In a split second I turned into a giant Chia Pet (every hair on my body stood on end!) and I uttered every profanity that I knew when I realized the ONLY LIGHT on me was a tiny Mag-Lite with dead batteries. Remembering the old adage that "cats always attack from behind", I decided that the best option was for me to continue to walk to my truck while spinning around in a circle. All of this while holding my useless mag-lite and a loaded .270 rifle in front of me.
Trying to ensure the D**N LION would know that I was NOT a delicious deer, I also started singing at the top of my voice. I don't recall all the songs I sang but "Old McDonalds Farm" was one of them. I finally arrived at my truck soaked with sweat, dazed from spinning in circles, and with a sour throat.
Luckily I didn't see either animal or human during my "circular walk/run to my truck" because I probably would have instantly shot them without conscious thought. Now I can laugh about it but at the time I am sure that I was closer to an actual heart attack than any other time in my life.
I now own probably 20 flashlights of various sizes and usages, along with enough batteries to rival some Wal-Mart displays. I might forget my ammo the next time I go hunting but you can rest assured that my flashlights will be present and FULLY CHARGED!
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