Since fishing is one of my favorite things to do you will never see me complain about this.
I hiked for hours and carefully checked the mountain for elk droppings and rubs.
This section of the mountain was rugged with tons of ponderosa pine trees and basalt boulders covering the landscape.
After hours of wandering, I set two trail cameras.
The first was on a water source that was surrounded by elk tracks in the mud.
This water source was a natural mountain spring that appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the woods.
I set a camera there and continued up the mountain.
I set the second camera right by an elk shed that I had just found.
Through the thick woods I saw the white antler sparkling in the sunlight and I couldnt be more excited.
This lake holds some beautiful, bright red Cutthroat that are extremely feisty.
Keeping my backpack and gear on the shore makes me more mobile to move around the lake as needed.
The fish were really hungry that day and I caught some beautiful, large Cutthroat.
There was a little hill above me, and I could not make out what was approaching me.
A couple minutes passed slowly, and I could still hear the movement.
However, I couldnt see what was making the noise.
I crouched down and snuck around the bushes to a nearby part of the lake.
Was This a Threat?
My heart sank when I realized what was creeping through the woods around me.
To my surprise it was a man.
This man was not a clean-cut, harmless-looking man.
My heart pounded as I saw what he was doing.
The man was about 6 feet tall with black and grey long hair about to his shoulders.
He was wearing loose cargo pants and no shirt.
Around his neck he had cheap binoculars that were harnessed to him with a string.
On his back he had a large backpacking pack that looked like it had about 60 lbs.
of gear in it.
What Do I Do?
What could this man possibly be up to?
What did he want with me?
I decided to head back to my fishing gear and keep fishing like normal.
Maybe he would just leave me alone.
As I started fishing again, the man disappeared back into the woods.
About two minutes later he popped out of the bushes and was there just 10 yards behind me.
He started walking through the bushes straight at me.
I yelled at him with a stern, loud voice.
Do not come any closer.
The man looked at me, almost with a smirk on his face.
Are you catching any fish?
I replied with a quick no in hopes of making our conversation as short as possible.
He said, Oh, I saw you with one earlier.
That simple phrase gave me confirmation.
Whether this man was harmless or a threat, I asked him to step away and leave me alone.
He acted surprised that I was so stern with him, but he did head back into the woods.
As one of my favorite crime podcasts states be weird, be rude, stay alive.
That alone was suspicious, and I was not about to be friendly with him.
Your life is worth defending from any predator, human or animal.
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