Where I hunt there are a lot of mountain lions. Sometimes mid-morning I stop for a snack. As I'm warming up my can of kippers (yes I know, but I like them) I imagine that fishy smell slowly wafting along, drawing every large kitty within miles right to me. I bet I look pretty comical sitting there eating while craning my neck from side to side and glancing furtively behind me. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> But you know, I honestly like that feeling. I think the outdoors would be a lot less fun if I didn't get it at least once in a while. <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Regards, Vince