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>be me
>rural Massachusetts
>take my bike a few miles up the road one summer night to record the swamp in a nature reserve
>hike about 30mins in, setup the recording rig at the edge of the swamp just as sun is setting
>get it recording, and then wander about 15mins along the trail so as not to interfere with any wildlife I'm wanting to record
>pitch black night, no moon
>finally get to where there's a giant garage-sized boulder
>climb up onto boulder and sit down to pass the time so I can get at least an hour recording
>bored as tits
>after awhile I pull out a ciggie
>flick my lighter to light er up
>there's a giant fucking lion face right in front of me
>HISSS
>runs off into the woods crashing through all the bushes
fucking mountain lion was creeping up the side of the boulder about to gnaw through my jugular
i turned both my flashlights on and hoofed it to the recorder, packed up as fast as I could and gtfo of there
