We were rabbit hunting with bows, in about 1966. I sat down on a little pile of old dirt. Hearing something I turned and looked down. There disappearing into a hole was a little Rattlesnake. I'd nearly sat on him.
In about 1967 a friend and I were squirrel hunting in the Big Thicket. We walked into the woods and sat for about an hour but saw nothing. Following our tracks back to the car we saw where a really big cat had walked in our tracks following us into the woods. I had a single shot .22 and my friend had a 28 ga shotgun, not really guns for shooting a big cat. We made real good time getting back to the car. Luckily for me I was faster than my friend. He didn't appreciate being second.