Ooo!

Ok, this isn't nearly as unique or exciting, but the last time I went backpacking with my dad in the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness, we were hiking around a lake and saw some really nice deer tracks in the almost muddy soil of the lake shore, like you could make nice molds out of. We go a bit further, and I'm looking at the tracks because they're so pristine, deep, and perfect, and I see a cats paw join the tracks. The paw print was bigger than my hand, and I'm a grown-ass man.

I was half worried about meeting that cat; I'm no tracker, but I suspect the tracks had been made the previous night or that morning. The other half of me was sorry for that deer.

We weren't hunting and had no guns, but I bought a Pelican case for our next trip; that was our last one together, though.