Sneaking downhill through the timber in North central WA looking for deer, I heard a stick snap behind me. Turning around, I see a mountain lion about 10 yards uphill behind me ready to pounce. I guess I wasn't the only hunter in the woods that day because this cat was stalking me. :shock: A quick shot from my Knight Disc Extreme 50 cal muzzleloader coincided with it launching itself toward me. I dodged to the side and prepared to do battle with my muzzleloader that was now as useful as a club or a dull spear. It landed where I had been standing and I expected it to pivot and come for me. Thank God my shot was true and it only took one step after landing before tipping over dead.
In the mountains, something has to die so another animal can live. I just never expected that I would be the potential meal. As it turned out, I now have some yummy steaks in the freezer and a future large taxidermy bill when my full mount is competed in a year or so.
A hunt to remember for a lifetime.
In the mountains, something has to die so another animal can live. I just never expected that I would be the potential meal. As it turned out, I now have some yummy steaks in the freezer and a future large taxidermy bill when my full mount is competed in a year or so.
A hunt to remember for a lifetime.