Coming out of the base of Walker Ranch once, I had the hair stand up on end as I heard something shuffle coming out of the river and TOTALLY felt like something was watching me. I'd stop every 50 feet or so...or at least turn around assuming my ass was being stalked.
The whole (non) migration of food sources due to human sprawl is REALLY occurring. In other words, we're building into the wild here, sprawling all over the Front Range where we need to to accommodate all of our Hummers and Expeditions and the deer are not moving. These things are ALL over the neighborhoods and either...
a) truly don't get it (e.g. "Um deer, am-scray as we bought the place so yo can leave now")
b) are pissed and have decided to hang out and mosey on across the road with all their brothers and sisters and cousins while we all wait impatiently for the herd to cross or
c) are just plain old dumb and haven't figured out how to get out of the subdivision yet.
So the deer ain't moving and the mountain lions are getting brazen and just eek closer and closer their prime food source which just happens to be near you and I. And shit, what's easier: a deer that can haul ass or some soccer mom or dad with their iPod in not knowing what hit them from behind on their Saturday morning jog at Chautauqua Park. Game on.
Anyhoo, scary. I don't wanna have to carry my Glock around with me on my rides now, yo.