Nice! Back in 1991 was in N Georgia on a mountain top on a trail about 2 ft. wide on the side of the mountain with a fog so thick you couldn't see 2 ft. in front of you when I met a Black Bear (which was what I was hunting) on the trail coming in my direction. I could hear him breathing, smell him and even hear him sniffing but couldn't see him. I was paralyzed. It was straight up on my right on straight down about 300 feet on my left. I put my rifle up clicked the safety to protect myself in case he decided that was his trail not mine and he retreated when the safety clicked on the ole Ruger M77. Boy was I glad. Didn't see anything else that day.
Mike