K- right to the point. As you might well-know, I have acouple of hounds, that I wuv very-very much...yeaash I do.. *ahem* Anyway, I take 'em out to the hills (mountains) every Sunday. We hit the trails, and they love it. So...one-day We (me and the hounds) hit the hills late in the day, it's getting dark, so I decided to make it a quick-wicked trip. We head-off up this mountain, following what I thought was a trail. As we kept-awn, the trail got nasty, really ruff. The trail- as it turned out, was nothing more than a run-off from the snow-cap. The higher we went, the ruffer it got. The hounds are about 20 feet infront of me as I clime over this fallen tree. As soon as my feet hit the ground, this thing flys out of the brush behind me and all-most clips my shoulder, nothing but a brown-blur. TOTALY freaks me AWT! Scares the sh!t right out-a me! I let out a scream, sounded like a 5-year old girl. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" In mid-scream, I realize, it's just a bird with what seemed to be a broken wing. It hit the ground about 2 feet infront of me and began flopping around. My faithfull hounds came running to my assistants (or to see what this fool (Me) has got him-self into this time.) They chased the bird-off, as I thought to my-self..."Ohhh-man! I hope no-one heard that!" Just as I hear my scream... echoo through-out the mountains.... "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh"... "AAHHHhhhhhhhhhh".... "AHhhhhhhhh"..... "ahhhhhh"....... "ahhh"........ I don't know how well that story works typed out, but I can totaly sell-it in real life. So.. Whats your tale ?