in 2004 I was walking down a trail. It was hunting season, so I had a rifle with me. The trail was on top of the ridge and than started to side hill the ridge, with a steep drop off, off of the side. Where the trail came back on top of the ridge, I had a weird feeling. I turned around and 20 paces( I paced it off afterwards) was a young mtn lion. Standing in the trail and looking at me. I put the cross hairs on the lions chest and didn't feel threatened. And I had a once in a lifetime sheep tag in my pocket, that I didn't want to lose for "poaching". I put the gun down and took a step towards the cat to see what would happen. the cat just turned around and walked away.
The next morning walking thru there in the dark was a little nerve wracking. Looking back I probably should have shot it, but I didn't feel in any danger.