Well he wasn't black, but it sure was a mountain lion I ran into about 10 years ago deer hunting down on the border.
I was wearing all tan, against a backdrop of dried sage grass and desert, he probably couldn't tell what I was.
I actually raised my binoculars to me eyes, trying to convince him I was a tool-user, and thus he should be afraid.
He wasn't
I pointed my rifle between his eyes; yes I know, this was all stupid, but I thought if I could just convince him I was Homo Sapiens, the classic "cowardly" lion would shy awy from human contact. He didn't.
We had a stand off for about five minutes. When I started to whisper for my hunting buddy who was supposed to be right behind me (he wasn't
), he started to freak at the sound of the human voice.
It was at that time, between the vegetation and the scant 30 feet between us, that I realized I could only get one shot off if I had to before he was on me.
I exited stage left, he went stage right, and that was the last kitty I saw.
Now every year, I get a lion tag (there over the counter in Arizona, about 11 bucks or so) "just in case". I also always carry a hunting legal revolver as a backup, in case I need quicker, close range shots.
That's probably my best hunting story; I have more of them then I do filled game tags, though