Don’t you just hate to be walking along a wooded pathway in the middle of 1,100 acres of dense forest and someone in front of you says with alarm, “What’s that?”
I mean it can only be one of four things: a very large squirrel, a deer, a bear, or a mountain lion. We didn’t hang around to find out which one it was. It was late and the sun had set. . . . so headed back thinking all along the way that it, it was just a squirrel forging for acorns or a deer . . . . I hope it was a deer.