All this reminds me of a rainy day when my brother and I were slipping through a sopping wet pine plantation down in Mississippi. A hound hunter( it was legal then, don't know about now) came in and turner a dog loose. He came up, silently in the wet needles, stuck his snout in Harry' knee crook, and took a big ole snork to see what he smelled like. The yell stripped the feathers off 3 of my arrow, and we both were trying to climb invisible ladders to get away from the grizzly bear. We finally calmed down, and started down the log road again. We hadn't gone 50 yards when we walked right under a giant, maneating owl. When he blasted off, knocking limbs and squirret nests all over us, werepeated the dance we had perfected earlier.
All I could think of was "Here be Dragons".