Hmmm which ones. the Timber Rattler in Pennsylvania top of the ridge right in the middle of the trail a step away before I figured what the hell that buzzing could be. I was hallucinating roots as snakes for a week.
A young moose with just one horn left after a rough night , never forget those red eyes as I lay on the ground after tripping on a tree root....Chairback Ridge
or maybe that early morning assent up to little Bigelow when as I rounded the corner and 6 feet away a sow Black bear with her cub ,which just bailed in one bound down the ridge slope leaving me with a pretty annoyed moma, needless to say I just squealed like a girl with mt arms raised, trekking poles in hand, she just somersaulted and in two jumps covered about 30 feet. I had to sit down after that for a spell.
all the best
sweeper 72-73 nobo