This sounds a bit like an "I'll go you one better" thread?
Years ago I was hunting with a friend whose name was David but most people called him Davey.
We were hunting some heavily wooded, hilly land in Tennessee.
I was off to his side, checking his location often when I spotted a pretty sizeable bear. I walked toward him to inform him and just as he came into my view I saw a Mountain Lion approaching him to his left. The bear was coming toward him from his right.
He raised his rifle, aimed square at a Large Boulder located smack dab between the two approaching animals, and fired a shot.
When the smoke from his musket cleared there lay both animals, stone dead.
In case you haven't guessed His last name was Crockett ~
