Where is everyone #5

Jeffersonville, IN…..

 

Happy friday from portage wi.

 

Ohhh yeah

 

160lb male is what they said today

 

Gettin heavy with some drywall

 

In all the years being out in the wild, despite having lots of Mountain Lions around, I have only seen two in the daylight. For that matter only two Bobcats as well. Also, I remember seeing one that had been killed that measured 7' from nose to tail. Looked about the same size as the one in @Big Road Skateboard photo.

I've had the hair on the back of my neck stand up a bunch of times, and often when horseback and the horse or dogs start acting funny. I assume because of cats.

An acquaintance in Swan Valley runs Mountain Lions with dogs. He has spoken often about how they will sull up and become somewhat docile when treed. I'll take his word for it.

@tramm01 had a relative who trapped them as I recall. He can probably share some stories.

 

Great Uncle Claude chased them for over 40 years for the AZ Cattlemen Association— killed more of them than the plague did—Uncle Bobby ran a guide business and I worked for him a couple years but couldn’t handle the AHs that couldn’t ride and hated dogs but would brag about shooting them out of a tree where they had no where to go— then we started running them for the AZ F&G — dart them, tag and draw blood samples and put a collar on some then wait to see what kind of carnage happened when the woke up— that was fun— shooting them out of a tree for sport is about the most unsportsmanlike conduct a hunter can engage in unless they’re a stock killer—just my opinion and that’s about all I got to say about that

 

Late 60’s my Dad brought a male cub back to Arkansas he found on a mule deer hunt out West somewhere. (Illegal as hell im aware but since all involved have passed on I can tell it) Him an Mom raised him, he was a big baby to us but did not like strangers at all. Not in a stand and fight way but a sneak on out kinda way. Some how he knew and would disappear. He would go on walkabouts a couple weeks at a time sometimes. When he come home he’d jump on the pump house then mine and brothers bedroom roof and start screaming. 5lb of raw hamburger a day was his home diet. He’d lay on the back porch in the sun Mama would rub him behind the ears he sounded like a 454 Chevrolet on open headers when he purred. He looked like he could palm a basketball when he would make biscuits with his paws.

I guess being around him has made it concrete in my mind I don’t wanna tangle with one in the wild. But I can hear one scream and turn over and say to myself go back to sleep it’s just Tommy

 

I can sleep like a baby through a cat scream— you get a hoot owl going and it’s an all-nighter for me— just something about them that puts a spook in me

 

#### some hoot owls I had a bad go round with one in West Plains Mo one night he started it all I wanted was out the #### way lol.

When I’m out in the shop late and hear an owl by themselves I’m ok. Coyotes by themselves I’m ok. But when they are both going at it almost communicating it seems fluff it. I’m O U & T. Like right then, in the house I go it be there tomorrow