>>655258Don't feel like greentexting, but I'll give you the deets. Was near a small Manitoba town called Cowan, east of Duck Mountain Provincial Park. I set out about 1:30pm for a short jaunt on the trails (terrain is pretty thick boreal forest). Just got a light snow, and I didn't expect to be more than 3 hours. About an hourish in I started feeling like I wasn't alone. About fifteen or so minutes later I hear some some movement in the brush about 70 ft off to my left, on the other side of the creek. The trail overlooked a creek which cut through the countryside, leaving a 20 ft drop about 10 ft from the trail. Now, I figured it was just a whitetail doing it's thing. About 20 minutes later I detect more movement, this time a lot closer, and catch a glimpse of brown fur. Now it's way too low to the ground to be a whitetail, and I'm getting a little freaked out. So I stopped, and started to backtrack without taking eyes off the thing. As I move I see the eyes through a clear spot in the branches. Let me tell you, that is a stare I will not soon forget. Pure predatory, felt like it was looking through me. Now my brain is frantically trying to think of something to use as a weapon, and at this point I'm waving my arms and doing my damndest to scream and sound intimidating. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, it decided to nonchalantly fuck off the other way. I think my saving grace is that it seemed like a relatively small, younger specimen that was unsure whether or not it could take me. Nevertheless, I immediately headed back, head on a swivel, and didn't see it again.
