This is one of my favourite frightening stories that happened to my dad when I was younger. When I was 12, we had an English Pointer, named Sable. These dogs are known for hunting and every time they discern prey, they stop dead still with their one paw up and their tail straight as a stick. I hated it when my dad would go hunting, I would always cry when he brought back the poor dead buck. But Sable was so loving with us children, super intelligent, loved to hunt and was a real loss to the family when he passed away.
He went everywhere with my dad and they often went to the farm on weekends together for their latest adventure!
One particular day, my dad was canoeing down the river and Sable was swimming right next to the canoe, as was his favourite thing.
They reached their destination and left the canoe on the side of the river and proceeded to walk through the bushveld.
After a few minutes, Sable stopped dead in his tracks and assumed his hunting position. My dad looked around and saw nothing. He urged Sable to continue walking.
After a few more seconds Sable stopped again, whimpering, and his tail was pointing very stiffly alerting my dad to danger. Again my father looked around and in the long grass but could not see anything. Thinking Sable was overreacting to a large rat or lizard somewhere in the grass, he urged him to carry on walking.
When Sable stopped for a third time, my dad grew worried and asked him what was bothering him and tried assuring him it was okay.
Sable was looking up.
My dad followed his persistent stare.
His eyes led him up to the large tree in front of him.
From the top of the tree, looking down on both my dad and Sable was a large leopard.
Sable stood dead still, waiting for instruction from his master to pursue the kitty cat in the tree, while the colour drained from my dad’s face. They backed off very slowly and got back into the canoe as fast and silently as they could!
Most glam way of getting frightened for sure! :)