Afew years age I was fishing ice house in the siearras from the bank for german browns. In the winter they (p g and flipping e)draw the lake down quite abit so from the tree line to the water is 20 yards of dry granite. after a half day fishing i headed back to the truck. behind the first bush at the tree line was not only the tracks of a big cat coming from my truck but also the body print and the brushed area where his tail had been moving back and forth while he had been watching me. this cat had followed me from my truck down to the lake and when he left he went back tothe truck. I never saw the cat but i did cover the 100yrd thru the wood up hill to the truck without taking more then 5 steps. screaming helps alot in this endever. It makes it hard to explain to the game warden who was checking out my truck but what the hell.