I am a Native American hunter, but no trophy hunter. I was hunting once and I had recently shot a moose near a mountain range and I heard something dash behind me. When I spun around it was a curious mountain lion. She probably had smelt the fresh scent of blood from the moose. She watched me skin, cut, and separate the moose for 2 hours. I was always looking at her just to make sure I wasn’t going to get pounced on by her. After I had finished gutting the moose I packed up the meat and my tools and I left behind 2 legs of the moose for her to thank her for not killing me. I still see her every now and then, and I even named her in my Native tongue.
