Nerve-Wracking Stroll

    Hey, everyone. I just went for a walk in the woods. My wife is at work so I was alone. Yesterday when I walked I saw just a glimpse of a tawny hide vanish into a patch of laurel. I suspected that it was a mountain lion, returned to his birthplace at the green retreat. They are so ghost-like that it is hard to be sure if they are indeed around until you are facing one with a stick in your hand.
    So I was naturally cautious as I left the house today. I saw nothing but I heard faint rustlings from the same thicket and I was tense. When I got to the creek I smelled a scent post where a lion had sprayed to mark his territory. It is a foul odor and very powerful. It will burn your lungs and put a foul taste in your mouth. Today I had a mint in my mouth at the time and the combination was not a pleasant flavor. You can bet that I was looking in all directions, up in trees and all that. I finished my walk and came home none the worse for wear. Midway home, I did catch the strong scent of hide on the southern breeze. I figure the lion was laid up and was watching me. Usually I can feel a creepy feeling when I'm being watched. Today I felt pretty creepy.
    I had my gun, as always these days, since the confrontation I told you about. I wasn't really scared but I certainly was not relaxed. I am not, however, entering the Emerald City quite yet. Hope you have a nice day.
    I'm CE Wills.

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