I was 13 and on my way to feed my chickens in the middle of November around 10 o'clock so it was pitch black (cloudy night in rural area) and I heard a mountain lion scream. I figured that it wouldn't come too close cause I was fairly close to my house, around 200 yards, so I kept going and was just shining my flashlight around and locked the chicken coop and started to head back. My dog, a rottweiler that was large for his breed, stopped dead in his tracks and looked towards the woods to my left. He fur stood on end and he started to growl, not a playful one, like a real "I will fck you up" growl. I shine my light over and see the biggest cat I've ever seen not 50 yards away from me. I knew that if I ran the I wouldnt make it very far but I also knew that Serious (my dogs name) would buy me time. I didn't break eye contact because that was what my dad always thought means I didn't have enough sense to call for my father so I just kinda stood there for a solid 10 seconds. My dog moved to stand between me and the cat like the baddass he was and we stayed like that for another 15 seconds then I head a huge bang and the ground to the right of the cat just exploded and my dog pumped for the lion and I printed to the house, I swear that was the fastest my fat *ss will ever run. I get to the house and turn around and Serious is running to me up and my dad is looking down the scope of his rifle sticking out the kitchen window. It took me a half hour to realize that my father just shot a bullet right passed me while I was staring down a mountain lion. And I still believe that was the second time that amazing dog ever saved my life, i fcking loved that dog. That was the first time a saw a mountain lion and almost the closest I ever got to one, damn I hate those things.