Large predator

My tracks, on either side. HIS, in the middle...

While hunting in the remote Ochoco Mountains of central/eastern Oregon, I came upon the tracks of a being that had gone before. Comparing my prints (men's size 7.5) to the others, I realized how small I was compared to the previous treader of this path. And I got nervous.

I was relieved that I carried a Glock .4o caliber semi-automatic on my hip. Because I was the smaller, more vulnerable mammal in these woods.

The man whose tracks I cut had size 13 boots, at least. Way bigger than I am, and someone with an unknown nature.

That's why I love guns. the great equalizers...