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Saying about predators and panic, several years ago as a student I was carrying out some fieldwork at a quarry in Rutland. It was a huge site and I was working in the abandonned part. It was on a raised bit of hillside with a 'road' leading up in and multiple wide 'ledges' that were being allowed to go wild. It was still mostly bare rock but there were small ponds and hardy plants growing in places. Above was the tree line planted to shield the quarry from view.
I was completely alone in that place; I'd arrive in the morning, get driven up there by the quarry manager and be left to my own devices until late afternoon. You could see vehicles being driven off in the distance, but aside from that there was nobody around at all.
So I'm there taking measurements and things when suddenly I had the distinct impression I was being watched. I stood up and looked around, but couldn't see anybody. I put it down to my imagination but the sensation got heavier and heavier. I was starting to get really afraid, thinking I was in danger, but looking round there was literally nothing and nobody. The sensation vanished as soon as it had started, and although I was shaken I carried on with my work.
Then a few years later, in the very pages of FT itself, I read that the quarry I'd been in has a resident ABC that's often seen! Which left me wondering, that sensation I had of being watched...was I being stalked by the ABC? :shock:
I think being the first person to be mauled by an ABC would be worthy of a mention in the mag!
I was completely alone in that place; I'd arrive in the morning, get driven up there by the quarry manager and be left to my own devices until late afternoon. You could see vehicles being driven off in the distance, but aside from that there was nobody around at all.
So I'm there taking measurements and things when suddenly I had the distinct impression I was being watched. I stood up and looked around, but couldn't see anybody. I put it down to my imagination but the sensation got heavier and heavier. I was starting to get really afraid, thinking I was in danger, but looking round there was literally nothing and nobody. The sensation vanished as soon as it had started, and although I was shaken I carried on with my work.
Then a few years later, in the very pages of FT itself, I read that the quarry I'd been in has a resident ABC that's often seen! Which left me wondering, that sensation I had of being watched...was I being stalked by the ABC? :shock:
I think being the first person to be mauled by an ABC would be worthy of a mention in the mag!