wow very scary! i'm glad your ok and you did do the right thing. there will always be another day to take that ride you missed out on.
as far as animal encounters go i know how scary those can be. glad you were ok from that one also.
wow very scary! i'm glad your ok and you did do the right thing. there will always be another day to take that ride you missed out on.
as far as animal encounters go i know how scary those can be. glad you were ok from that one also.
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You faced down a mountain lion from five feet away and thought you'd never have a freaky story to tell here? LOL Funny what we deal with and tuck away and forget about, that would astound others.
Please let us know if you find anything out. That is a horrifying thing to see, and I'm not at all surprised that you truncated your ride. Love your dogs, your husband, and pat yourself on the back for doing the smart thing.
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Holy cow, Darcy!! Was this on 99w? I'm trying to think of where you are and the surrounding rural roads. I didn't hear anything about this on the news, but then again we're not big news watchers anyway.
Glad you kept a cool head! I was so afraid you were going to say that you were on your bike and he pointed the gun at you!!
Hi Ellen,
I come down off the mountain on Corral Creek Road. I turn left on Renne Road, and that takes me over to the Wilsonville Highway. The man with the gun was right after I turned right on the Wilsonville Hwy. There is a big dairy farm there. It is a few miles before the highway ends at Highway 219.
Stuff happens around here that never gets into the news. Like last year, my neighbor across the road who owns a small horse stable business, had to step in and rescue horses because somebody outside of Newberg did a suicide-murder, and killed his wife. They had horses and pets, and people were scrambling to try to find homes for the animals.
A few years ago, a few driveways down the road from me, a man stepped into his driveway and somehow committed suicide with his rifle.
None of what I mentioned made the news anywhere.
I learn more about what goes on from my neighbor the horse lady. I don't have horses, but I have trails on my land because I grow trees, and I let the horse stables use the trails for their horses. I haven't had a mountain biker ever approach me to use the trails, which I find odd, but oh well, their loss. I found out that horse people know everything that goes on, that they are privy to every piece of information about people you can imagine. The difference is bicyclists are focused on biking, whereas horse riders are ambling along chatting and gossiping, then when they are done with their rides they go visit other horse barns and chat and gossip some more with other horse people. Bicyclists are not that relaxed, because when we ride we have individuals goals we are trying to achieve, and traffic and other concerns.
On that mountain lion, contrary to what the experts say about the movements of cougars, the cat stayed in the area and eventually the land owner shot it. I used to have dozens of deer on my land, but they are gone, eaten by the cougars. I have bear on the property too because when I walk the trails I can see their huge piles of poop, like the size of a 250 pound dog. However the bears are benign, just there to eat blackberries and then they move on, though one got into the dog food at the backdoor a few months ago.
Darcy
I feel really dense. The piles of poop look like a 250 pound dog pooped them?
Or they are as huge as a 250 pound dog?
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“Hey, clearly failure doesn’t deter me!”
"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do now and do it." – William C. Durant
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That is funny.If the piles of poop were that big, I would be worried about Godzilla, not a man with a gun.
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Seriously, it is how you tell bear poop from dog poop on a casual glance. Say a mountain biker is going along a trail and sees a huge pile of poop. The biker might think, gosh that was one big dog, when what the biker should be thinking is oh oh, there is a bear around here, how fresh is the scat, how close is the bear, what time of year is it (with respect to the mommy and her cubs) and probably bike out of there super fast.
this is what it looks like here when the bears are eating berries. i'm sure it the same for black bears because they mostly eat berries.
"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do now and do it." – William C. Durant
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I click here to help feed animals in need.
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