Then, "GROWL!" I sit up. "Yo Matt, what was that?". He's like, "What?". "Didn't you hear that, somewhere to our left?". "Nope.."
"Never mind". I lay down again, a bit more aware of my surroundings now. Some minutes pass. And then, "GROWL!" This time, right behind us! I try to get Matt's attention but he's pretty much passed out. A couple of minutes later, there's another growl to our right!
Ok, back then I had never heard a real live bobcat or mountain lion growl before. And, right there and then, I was clueless as to which it was. A bobcat with a sore throat? Or, a mountain lion with a girly growl? Mmmm. Thinking back now, and having listened to some audio with hiker buddies, I'd have to say it was a bobcat. No offence to the bobcat with the whole girly growl statement.. Still, it was clearly aggressive and a pretty scary sound at that!
That fateful night, the night that ultimately led to my trail name (we'll get to that in a second), I finally got Matt's attention. How? I threw him with a rock. "Wake up dude! Do you hear that?". The cat growled again. For the first time he acknowledged hearing the growl. "This thing is circling us, man!", I say. "Maybe we're close to it's den or something". Matt's response? "Well, guess I'm sleeping with my knife in my hand tonight". And with those words he dozed off again.
Me? I didn't doze off. Frankly, I didn't sleep much at all. With my headlamp on and my mini Victorinox knife in my hand, sitting up every now and then to stare into the brush, I spent the rest of the night listening to a pissed of cat growling in the background. Hence, the name Night Watch...
Proud PCT thru-hiker
The Night Watch
PS - Bobcats kick ass!
Dapper stapper :-) scary stuff.
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