Mack...whoa, what a story! Made me think of a certain lake my husband and I came upon, about 7K ft up in the Marble Mountains. We'd been backpacking, camping and fishing the numerous small lakes for several days, in beautiful and serene surroundings. But this lake was different, we felt it the moment we started down the steep hillsides to get to it. It was a warm, sunny day and this lake was as pretty and pristine as the rest, but the sensation was one of being watched with malevolent intent.   We brushed away the uncanny sense of unease we both felt, split up at the lake as we usually did, each of us taking a different spot, out of sight of one another. I stood it for as long as I could but the feeling of impending disaster was simply too great and I finally, feeling foolish, gave in to it, shouldered my rod and started back to get my husband...met him half way...he'd had the exact same feeling and started back at the same time I did. We hiked up that hillside pretty briskly, didn't draw an easy breath until we were back on the upper trail. As we came over the lip of the natural bowl that held the lake, the dark feeling left us immediately...it was like walking out of icy water.