Be vewy, vewy quiet. . .

OK, we weren't hunting (not allowed in Costa Rica) but Miguel and I were trekking through the jungle the other day en route to check out a fence that someone had put up on a neighbor's property (more on that later).

It was through the jungle, no trails, nice and slippery from the rains and some amazing sights. There are trees back there that are just monstrous; some have fallen over, which makes the way through even more interesting.

Miguel noted that that deep in the forest when the wind is really blowing is not the best place to be.

Along the way, Miguel stopped and pointed out some tracks that were easy to see.

"Jaguar."

They were a pretty good size, maybe just a tad smaller than what Bejuca's would be, though they were pretty deep (it was muddy and slick back there).

Miguel has worked here and on the back property for at least six or seven years and has only come across two of the big cats while working. He thinks it's great to see them, I'm not so sure.