Have you ever had that feeling

I was up on Salmon Creek yesterday and got this weird feeling. I was close in to the bush just flipping my little dry, couldn't really cast. The wind was blowin in from the south at a pretty good clip.
   After catching a few fish in this spot my fly hung up in a bush across the creek and I broke it off. I backed out into a clearing to change out and as I went to dig out another Bug, I got that weird feeling again. I looked around good for something in the grass maybe a rattlesnake,  Didn't see any or hear any, but still had that feeling. the wind had calmed down a little and I knew that I should be able to do some casting just down from where I was, and that spot held some nice fish in the pass.
So rather than tye on a bug at that time I thought that I'll move there first. I slowly started moving out further out into the clearing  to cross the field when I saw something move slowly about 60-70 yards down wind of me at first I thought Bambi, But it just vanished, I was out in the clearing now almost into the field next to the fence. I stop at a solid post set my rod down and stepped up on the wire to take a closer look at what I saw and was headed towards, I'm now maybe still 50 plus yards away. It took me a little while to relocate the spot where I thought I saw Bambi. The grass was moving not by the wind but towards the tree line slightly to my left. I stood on the fence which seemed like forever. Just as I was ready to get down I saw it again make a larger move and this time I saw the tail. Cougar.
     At first I didn't know what I was doing to do, my truck was on the other side and the section of water I wanted to fish on the other side i really don't want to go back into the thicker brush, and don't want to stay where I was the rest of the day. It was still early only 3 o'clock. I yelled out, but nothing, I yelled again watched and waited., but still didn't see a movement. I stepped down and backed down to the next post. but it was flimsy, the next one flimsy. The fourth post was a railroad tye  and solid I climbed up on the second wire and looked hard didn't see anything. The road is only twenty five yards away now and there is a pretty solid looking branch laying on the ground near by. I've put some distance between us. I picked up the branch and headed toward the road slowly.
   I noticed the wind again, and keep looking back over my shoulder as I headed toward the road. When I finely got to the road after climbing up the steep bank. I took a good long look to see if I could spot it again. As I walked up the road to my truck I keep a close eye out, and thought to my self did I just scare the shit out of myself or did I really see this cougar.
  At the truck a unlocked and open the door, set my rod down on the canopy, pulled out its case, and as I was pulling it apart across the creek I saw it again heading up the far hill. A mother cougar and she had a cub with her. She looked to be just over hundred pounds and the cub maybe sixty. Were they stocking me now that I think about it. I don't thing so just are paths were about to cross.
The Fishin was good, I differently got my heart rate up for awhile, I came home safe with quite a story to tell the wife, and another memory of the GREAT OUTDOORS.