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(36 votes) Published: Nov 14, 2005 11:39 p.m. Viewed 223 times
This weekend me and my friend Ashleigh were walking around this small forest town I live in when I decided it would be a good time to get baked. So we went uphill to this place which some locals called "The Trail". I used to ride my bike partway on The Trail to get to work, always turning to go down a hill at a fork, never exploring the other way. So it was our great idea to go and look at this extra path, but we never knew what awaited us, that and we were high out of our minds.
So we are walking on The Trail and we are about halfway to the fork when we decide to stop for a bit, because going up hill fucked up isn’t all that fun. So we stopped here on a cliff which overlooks the highway and is about 300 feet above ground. We were just looking at all the beautiful scenery, smoking a little more, when all of a sudden we hear an engine. Ash freaks a little but I told her it was probably a car on the highway. About a minute afterwards we saw a guy on a quadrunner (ATV) going down the hill where we were staring at. It was pretty cool, just watching him go up and down, but then he hit a jump and didn’t exactly land it... at all.We both jumped up and were saying stuff like "Fuck! Shit is he alright!?" He lay still for like 5 minutes, and we didn’t hear him scream or anything, so we were freaking out. Finally, we are about to run and get help when he got up and seemed to be okay, so we continued walking.
We got to the fork, in which you could either go downhill to work, or continue on the trail which we later learned was a longer route to my work, about 3 miles longer. We are walking in the rocky area, cliff to our left and open space to our right, and it’s a narrow road so we are trying to navigate without falling off. Ash stops and tells me to shut the fuck up, and so I stopped too. We were listening for something, but I didn’t know what. Then I found out. Like 30 feet below us on the right, we heard a twig snap and looked, and saw a mountain lion walking. We started to freak, but kept quiet and kept watching. Then we noticed a dear eating some shit on the ground, totally oblivious to her impending doom. We watched excitedly as the mountain lion burst into a run and just fucking jump on the dear. She was so scared she pissed her pants, I nearly did too! It got the deer by the neck, and was trying to get it on the ground when the deer shook it off and WHAM! Kicked it right in the face! The dear, hurt pretty bad and bleeding started to take off but trip, good news for the lion, bad for her. The lion jumps on it, pissed as hell, and just starts ripping the deer’s neck apart. Ever hear a deer scream? Neither had we until then. It made this un-earthly screech as it flailed about helpless until the mountain lion finally killed it, and then started to feast on it’s bounty. We were pretty goddamn scared at this point, and we ran furhter down the trail. Bad idea. I ran a good 600 yards before I stopped to turn around. No Ashleigh. At this point I thought the mountain lion got her, and was devastated! My voice was cracking when I was choked-up sobbing out her name. I reached in my pocket and took out my knife, just in case. I was walking slowly back, when I heard a whimper. I snuck around a corner and saw her shoe, and was like what the fuck? She had tripped over a root while running and fell into a small pool like 3 feet below where the edge was. She was on the shore, freaked as hell and sopping wet, so I got her shoe and we sat there, catching our breath. Then I told her how fucking cool it was to watch the lion massacre the deer, and she agreed still sobbing a little. So we got up and started walking again, further down the trail.
Nothing else all the exciting happened, we walked another good mile until we came to a trail sign, walked to my work, and headed home from there. That’s our story of the mountain lion, and we can’t stop talking about it now. Funny as fuck afterwards, scary as hell during. Hope you enjoyed this egg!
Nov 15, 2005 12:55 am - Ya dude, this all happened. We were pretty damn stoned though, maybe it was one of us screaming instead of the deer, but ya this shit actually happened. This is why California kicks ass. But this shit happened, and it was fucking cool as hell. Everyone should check out the pics I got, they aren’t actual pics of what happened to me, but you get the idea.
Nov 15, 2005 4:14 pm - WAY COOL! not many places left on our continent where this shit still happens. i had to check where you lived cuz it sounded like it coulda been near here. GOOD STORY! i gave a 5
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