I decided to get out and explore an new area in our local mountains. After several hours of glassing saw plenty of deer but felt a mile or so lower "looked" more gamey. Got back to the car and drove as close to the area as possible. It was after 9 am and heating up so I locked the car and headed up the hill. What I thought would be a five or ten minute hike over one ridge extended into three ridges. After looking over the country I simply turned around and followed the same trail I had just created. Once I crested the second ridge back to the car I noticed a dark figure in the grass immediatly in front of me on the same grass path I had cut just minutes before. First glance I thought bobcat. Ten seconds later I was face to face at forty yards with mr lion. I held my ground and raised my arms. No movement. Large sticks and logs plus loud yelling..no movement. At this point, with only keys in my pocket and all of my gear, bow, knife, backpack, everything in my car I honestly felt weak. Ten long minutes later he decided to move and I followed that with a nice rock thrown right next to his head. He finally took off. This is the second time I have encountered a bold lion in the forest. After today and the fact that a friend was cornered for 45 minutes by a lion just two years ago, I feel they are more bold than ever. Be careful our there. Lesson learned...ten minutes off the road in the bright sunlight is never a time to hit the hills gearless.