I yelled to Adam, "Look, son, look!" At that moment, the lion lowered its ears, bared its teeth, and came roaring at me. In a single pounce, he was 10 feet away. I started to backpedal, but I tripped. The cat leapt again and was at my feet. I told Adam to get his gun, and I began kicking at the lion. My spurs were all that kept him from mauling me, I think-he just didn't seem to know what those two metal stars jingling in his face were all about.