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Here's another one.
>hunting with 3 friends, 3 knives and 1 shotgun in Pennsylvania
>Be stalking turkeys through flat swampy area about a mile wide and long, mostly high grass and marsh with patches of woods
>looking for turkey roosts in the wooded patches
>walk up onto one wooded patch and find blood everywhere around a big pile of sticks and vegetation
>first thought: What did the rednecks do this time
>approach the pile slowly, shotgun and knives out
>move some of the vegetation off
>at first looks like a pile of random gore and body parts, but turns out its a young male deer carcass
>upper half of body is untouched EXCEPT for its skull being crushed, brains leaking out and antler barely hanging on
>bottom half of body is completely destroyed. unidentifiable gore.
>still warm, too. a few flies, but not many, and no maggots whatsoever.
>only possibility: lion
>examine area: piles of scat, varying in age. paw prints. definitely a lion. found very fresh paw prints in the mud leading away from the kill.
>tell my friends to stay put
>take the shotgun
>think I'm rambo or some dumb shit
>go and track the mountain lion alone
>follow fresh tracks for a while until the mud and weeds end and it opens out into this still pond with some beavers dams all around
>tracks end at the water
>where the hell did it go? did it swim away?
>look around
>to my left is a beaver dam about half my height with a fuckin lion perched on top, staring straight at me
>I stare straight into its eyes. I want to say I stood my ground because that's what you're supposed to do but honestly I don't remember.
>it snarls once, I think I'm going to die
>flick the safety off
>it turns around and walks off the otherside of the dam, calm as fuck, and slips away into the high grass
>lucky to be alive, I'm a dumbshit and I learned my lesson
>at least I got a good story out of it
