I thought it would be entertaining to read one another's experiences with wild animals while mountain biking. It could be funny or scary or whatever...
Here's mine:
One day I was riding above Wiskeytown Lake near Redding, CA. It was dusk and I was in a hurry to get in a ride on one of my favorite trails before dark. I was cursing myself for not wearing my glasses because the darkening conditions were making it more difficult to see obstacles in the trail.
At one point I was crossing a remote bridge and noticed that a boulder sized object was blocking the exit of the narrow bridge. As I rode closer, the boulder moved. The boulder was, in fact, a large black bear. I immediately stopped and dismounted my bike...my heart was beating out of my chest! The bear sniffed at me a bit and, seeminly disinterested, wandered off into the brush.
Relieved, I completed my ride but I can't tell you how many times I looked over my shoulder...just in case.
Here's mine:
One day I was riding above Wiskeytown Lake near Redding, CA. It was dusk and I was in a hurry to get in a ride on one of my favorite trails before dark. I was cursing myself for not wearing my glasses because the darkening conditions were making it more difficult to see obstacles in the trail.
At one point I was crossing a remote bridge and noticed that a boulder sized object was blocking the exit of the narrow bridge. As I rode closer, the boulder moved. The boulder was, in fact, a large black bear. I immediately stopped and dismounted my bike...my heart was beating out of my chest! The bear sniffed at me a bit and, seeminly disinterested, wandered off into the brush.
Relieved, I completed my ride but I can't tell you how many times I looked over my shoulder...just in case.