About two years ago a friend and i were backpacking in the Red River Gorge, KY. We had hiked for quite a while. It rained all day. Also thought we were in the middle of no where. It was nearly dark as we made camp, so didn't really have much time to explore the area. Couldn't get a fire started. That evening we sat by where our fire was supposed to be, cooked dinner, and ate. The clouds cleared, we sat out sipping some bourbon and smoking cigars, and just talked while watching stars and satellites. I was not nervous at all. Even the parallel eyes in the tree at the edge of the clearing didn't' bother me at all. I just thought how neat it was seeing an owl in those conditions. I was damp, miserable and tired as I fell into my hammock, and assumed I would drift right off to sleep. About an hour later I woke up to the unmistakable sound of footsteps, directly underneath my hammock. I came unglued, sat up and shined my headlamp to see what was invading my space. And it was a house cat. Someone had dropped a stray at the fire road that was only about 200 yds from our campsite. It was far too skittish to help, but comfortable enough to rummage through our camp for food. The same cat revisited me about 3 times that night. I now bring my headphones and just listen to music if I get freaked out. Knowing that it is an irrational fear doesn't make it any less real. The sounds that I don't hear though, don't seem to bother me.
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