I went hiking deep in to the mountains alone a while ago, in New Mexico. I had to venture well off the established trail to get where I was going. I started seeing big paw prints from what must have been a full-sized mountain lion when I entered what was like a hidden ravine to go up the specific mountain I had targeted. Going up the mountain was pretty intense and I stopped to lay down along the way. I saw what looked like a cave on the mountain top. There were huge quartz crystals sticking out of the ground all over the place. But the cave itself was too difficult for me to risk reaching. I could have gotten up there but getting back down would have been really scary, so I decided to turn back. As I was walking back down, right beside where I had laid to rest, there was an enormous pile of fresh mountain lion scat. That mountain lion had been stalking me the entire time and had cleared it's bowels for it's next meal when it smelled my body all over the ground there. I never saw the lion but it was clearly there, somewhere, the entire time. I was pretty happy to have a gun on me, that I can tell you.