One night after glassing until absolute dark, I made my way back to my food bag (hung in a tree) to cook and eat a mountain house and then go to sleep. So as I sit there waiting for the Mt house to rehydrate, I turn off my headlamp to save the battery. A few minutes later, With my back to the small creek about 20 feet behind and about 10 feet below me, I hear a large branch snap. Knowing there is no way it's a deer, I jump to my feet, turn on my headlamp while spinning around to see a mountain lion frozen mid stride coming at me. My rifle was about 2 steps away, but my cook kit was right in front of me so I grab that and start banging my pot against the fuel can, yelling at the cat. Because that's all you have to do right? Well the cat didn't care. It just remaind perfectly still, sizing me up. After a minute or so and the cat not even moving, I made my way to my rifle and cracked a shot off right in front of it. It just slowly turn and walked into the bush.
I knew he wasn't going far, not with body language like that. So I stood there. Rifle across my arms, eating my Mt house, spinning around in a circle like a light house. And then I see it. A pair of eyes right on the other side of my tent. 3 strikes your out. It was at this point I decided I was going to put the cat down. (#1 noise from the cook kit and me screaming, #2 then the shot in front of it, sorry no third chance). As I moved to get an angle on it so as not to put a hole in my tent, it just walked around the other side, keeping the tent between us, still intently watching me. After a time or two back and forth around the tent, it headed into the brush and watched me from about 25 feet away. I pulled up the rifle, but couldn't see anything through the scope, nor anything but the dim light of my headlamp reflecting in it's eyes (the battery was dying and that's why I had turned it off. I then ran it at full power while doing my lighthouse impression, causing it to go into low power mode). I took my best guess as to how he was standing in the brush and fired a shot. Miss. And again he just turned and walked away. I crawled into my tent and didn't sleep at all that night. I was convinced every noise was the lion coming back, looking for me.
I moved camp the next day.
Oh yeah, and my dumb ass only brought 4 rounds, because really, who needs more then 4? I now pack 10 minimum, and the further or longer the trip, the more I pack.