My wife and I were fishing from a bank out in the brush of Ontario when she said, in a cute-cuddly voice "look at the beaver." Thinking nothing of it because beavers, deer, moose, bear, and coyotes are common for our area. I sent another cast into the water. The sound of claws slowly cracking loose stones on the path behind us made me turn. 15 feet away from me this animal stops, turns, and stairs directly at me. A Wolverine and a clean pair of shorts!
He was walking along the path that was the only way out from the bank and he was big! About 50+ pounds. What really freaked me out were his claws. The sound of his nails crunching the gravel path still freaks me out to this day! They curled over his paws. Wonderful this cute-cuddly "beaver" is going to be my demise! We made as much noise as possible to scare it off. This fella looked at us and, like a Honey Bagger, he didn't give a, well you know... Slowly and casually, he walked into the brush.