25. "Mountain LionS... there were 3 of them." In response to In response to 22
I wish I could tell you that I fended off their attack with nothing more than a pair of nunchucks hastily fashioned out of two twigs and a shoelace, but unfortunately that is simply not how it went down.
Basically I was just up running through the mountains, looked up and there were 3 mountain lions up on a rock looking down on me. But that was it. They just looked at me and I looked at them and that was pretty much the end. I don't think it even registered with me until later that day, like "oh damn, I coulda been lunch." What fucked me up though, was that I was just still pretty much in the city, and these things were just wandering around like it's no big thing. One of the many reasons why I can't fuck with Colorado.