I'm not scared of the mountain lion I see, it's the one I don't see that worries me.I have a friend who told me a story about riding in his hometown, up in the top center of the country somewhere,.
As he rode down the trail, he saw a very large footprint and thought, 'wow, that's a large footprint'.
Shortly they're after, the trail bent around with a creek about 15' down. A mountain lion drinking at The Waters edge. had taken a break from that to look up at him.
Friend said he turned around and rode a speed wheelie for about 4.5 mi back home.
Imma go with afraid of both for 200, Alex.I'm not scared of the mountain lion I see, it's the one I don't see that worries me.
My daily phone conversation with the corner bartender: