Sorry for the lack of pics in this part, but it's tough to get pics in these circumstances....
I'm right where I park my truck, so I pull in and get out, and gear up, and then look across the trail, and once more the cat is there staring at me....
Now, I know that one of the neat things about hunting montana is all this stuff, the lions, the bears,....real adventure that often you take for granted. I've probably, as have many of you across the western US, walked just as close to these cats, unkowingly, many times, heedless of the potential for serious adventure. I also know a few guys that have had run-in's with cats while elk hunting....and I have great respect for them as predators, - they creep me out even more than grizzlies, cause they are so sneaky.
Seeing this cat in the chase, so close, made me realize that I was pretty useless in a fight with him should he choose to "get" me. So fast.
All I had with me was my selfbow....I'd be like a little leaguer flailing at a Nolan Ryan fastball, I'm afraid. Now this cat was staring at me again, after I'd just ruined his eveing meal...like he knew I had a half-mile walk in and out of my stand. It makes a guy wonder. That, and I was hunting alone, and nobody else knew where I was. Once again I tried to get my camera out, but then he disappeared again. As the doubting about the evening possibilities for elk was peaking.....a bull bugled on top of the ridge, anwered by a couple others. They were just above the wallow again...I'm going, cat or no cat!
Of course, aside from a bugle filled evening chorus, nothing to tell about that topped the cat encounter for me. I did exit my stand a bit earlier while I could still see in the gray light before dark, as if that would help.