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> camping in the cascade mountain in Oregon
> trip was fantastic with a lot of trails and waterfalls.
> day 3 I am stalked by a cougar
> I saw him on a cliff looking down at me
> later that day I spot him on a rocky overhang behind me still watching
> at night I keep my fire roaring to keep it away
> on edge all trip
> can't enjoy nature, not with cougar watching me
> pack out early
> on my way back cougar jumps out growling showing it's fangs
> time to put on my war face
> today is the day
> so be it
> unzip jacket and make myself look big
> draw hatchet from my belt
> cougar is squaring off
> WAR FACE!!! AHHHHHHH!!!
> [screaming and yelling intensifies]
> cougar starts Roaring at me
> ROARRRR!!!
> AAHHHHHHH!!!!!
> ROOOOOAAAARRR!!!
> AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
> COME ON MOTHERFUCKER LETS FUCKING DO THIS NOW FAGGOT!!!
> I WILL FUCK YOU UP!!!
> Cougar fuck off
> I actually chase cougar until it's at a dead sprint
> return home
This was the only time in my life I was ready to fight to the death, and had every intention of winning that day. One day I will track that cougar down, kill it with a sharpened rock, and wear it's pelt in the cold times.
