Nothing like having a wild animal visit your campsite at 3 a.m. to let you know you're alive...!
OMG, talk about a blast from the past. I was stationed at Ft Bliss, TX in 1979, and a buddy and I used to drive about 30 miles to a place called Hueco Tanks to rock climb. One weekend, we arrived kind of late and decided to camp for the night and get a fresh start in the morning. Instead of paying the few bucks for an official spot, we decided to climb to a ledge about 20 or 30 feet up. It looked like the ledge had a decent overhang from the ground, but once we hid the truck and climbed up there, it turned out to be deeper than that, almost a broad shallow cave.
Anyway, we started a small fire and heated up a few cans of beef stew, opening them with our knives and pulling them out of the fire when done by gabbing them while wearing a climbing glove and moving fast.
So there we are, up on that ledge in (more on) sleeping bags when I am awakened by my friend nudging me with his foot. I was about to ask him what the hell he wanted when he gives me the eyes wide open look, then looks towards the fire. So I shut up and look... and there is a full grown bobcat, cougar, mountain lion.... well a huge mean looking cat-thingie. He was sitting not 10 feet from us, chewing on a leather glove which must have had beef stew juice on it.
I was looking at him, and he turned to look right at me. I immediately broke eye contact, kinda turned my face away slowly, closed my eyes and just froze. The next thing I knew it was morning, the cat was gone, the glove was gone. The ledge had accumulated quite a bit of wind-blown sand, and there were paw prints literally all around us, some less than a foot away. You would never believe how fast 2 guys can climb down a 20 foot cliff, we sproinged down like mountain goats. Never did climb that weekend, though we went back many times. From that day on, we paid the couple bucks and slept in the designated camping area, and we were very careful about leaving food laying around.
Looking back at it, I now realize we were probably camped in its lair. I don't know for sure what kind of cat it was, but all cats are territorial. We got VERY lucky that night, 20 or 30 feet up with no way out except trough a freakin mini-lion! Thank goodness it didn't have cubs.