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Husqvarna
Pro Class
Last weekend, while riding my 2011 TE310, I flushed out a mountain lion at Hollister Hills, a local state vehicular recreation area of about 5000 acres in size. It was my last loop of the day, with a couple friends behind me. I was wrapping up the day with an easy loop that I could kick my speed up a bit more on and play around. About 3/4 of the way through the Adobe Rd loop, he made his appearance.
He crossed the trail about 20 feet ahead of me as fast as he could go. His head was down and stretched forward and he was really booking. At first, I thought he was chasing something, but nope. Apparently the bark of my 310 was enough. If it weren't for the fearsome 310, I might have been dinner, so I guess I can say, "My Husky saved my life!"
Not actual picture from encounter
I've never seen the big cat so close in the wild. I saw one last year at Hollister Hills across the valley. He was walking down Rancho Hill. He went down about a quarter of the way, turned west and slowly walked off into the brush. Wild pigs, racoons and wild turkey are common sights out there and I've seen or heard all but the pigs. I grew up in the country about 40 miles away, but only 10 miles outside of a small town (30k). Wild animals weren't rare out there in the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Not many people have seen one that close in the 'real world.' I'm not sure if I should feel lucky, special, relieved I'm still here, elated or all of the above.
He crossed the trail about 20 feet ahead of me as fast as he could go. His head was down and stretched forward and he was really booking. At first, I thought he was chasing something, but nope. Apparently the bark of my 310 was enough. If it weren't for the fearsome 310, I might have been dinner, so I guess I can say, "My Husky saved my life!"

Not actual picture from encounter
I've never seen the big cat so close in the wild. I saw one last year at Hollister Hills across the valley. He was walking down Rancho Hill. He went down about a quarter of the way, turned west and slowly walked off into the brush. Wild pigs, racoons and wild turkey are common sights out there and I've seen or heard all but the pigs. I grew up in the country about 40 miles away, but only 10 miles outside of a small town (30k). Wild animals weren't rare out there in the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Not many people have seen one that close in the 'real world.' I'm not sure if I should feel lucky, special, relieved I'm still here, elated or all of the above.