Close calls, cont.

Many years ago, when I did a lot of remodel/repair work, I was called up to Sunshine Canyon, west of Boulder, to do an insurance repair. A VW sized boulder had rolled down the mountainside and ended up in some guy's bedroom. While I met w/him, I noticed a young buck deer, up on his deck, eating from the bird feeder. The guy said it was not unusual as the buck was very tame. Anyway, a few days into the job, I was just starting one morning, and noticed an antler sticking out of a pile of leaves and debris. I looked closer and saw the buck, partially eaten and covered up. A short time later, I proceeded to crawl under the front deck, raised a few feet off the ground, where I had stored the lumber for the job. I was under the deck, in the near darkness, when I heard a deep, throaty growl, and looked up to see a snarling mountain lion about 6 feet away. As soon as I could move, I SLOWLY backed out, got in my truck and left. I can still see those large fangs and hear that growl. Good thing it didn't attack. I would have had to hurt it. (Click on x)