That's why I always carry a buckknife on the job. The moment I hear any sound out in the wilderness that I believe is "big mammal" (and not bird), the knife comes out of the sheath.
I'm so prepared, in fact, I actually feel sorry for the mountain lion that tries to attack me. Lol!
Thanks for the ping, Jaz!
10 posted on 02/07/2012 3:49:09 PM PST by Flycatcher
(God speaks to us, through the supernal lightness of birds, in a special type of poetry.)