Me-owwwwwwww
Horribly written headline.
On seeing two cougars a few yards off the trail to your front, I wonder if jogging by them is the smartest tactic. Kind of begging an attack. Glad the spray worked, I carry it too, generally with backup. But this is Canada. Think I heard him say something about a bear banger, something not seen often in the US>
You could barely see it. Disappointed.
How drunk were the cougars?
What is he going to do with them now that he’s captured them? Does he have a proper facility to keep them?
WOW
A minute twenty-two seconds of my life wasted.
The most exciting thing was a spray of some aerosol substance.
What was he doing on that poor camera that caused the cougars to attack him? And why was he so intent on it that he failed to notice the attacking cougars?
“I can’t believe I got that on camera!”
Could have fooled me.
Good thing he had bear spray; otherwise he would have had to beat them off with his bare hands.
I was stalked by a wolf in Alaska. I was 13 at the time, walking my paper route. The wolf came out of the woods and stalked me for about 10 minutes. Running is a real bad idea because it just confirms that you’re prey, so I kept a steady pace, hoping the wolf would look for easier prey or that I’d make it to some houses before he attacked, but he kept edging closer on an intersecting path. When he got close enough that I thought he might charge, I turned to confront him. No weapons, just a couple good sized rocks I picked up. We both stood our positions, eyes locked, sizing each other up. Finally, he turned away and went back into the woods.
I can think of a couple of Cougars I wouldn’t mind being attacked by.
Oh... Wait....
Never mind.
Yep. It’s Fall and the Cougars come out of the mountains and seem to end up in my back yard.
Me and the dogs will be out back and see a cougar and then the fight is on.....to see who can get back to the house first.
The Youngest Brother has lost some weight so he’s picked up some speed. The Girl must have some greyhound in her because she’s always the first one back. That leaves me and the Little Dog as the tail end. He’s a sneaky little rascal.
I’ll be going like Ulsain Bolt.....if he was old and slow, and the Little Dog will say, “Look! It’s Marie Osmond!”
I have to stop and look just in case it is and the Little Dog is in the house locking the door.
So then I have to use my martial arts training. I go into The Crane Stance, but I keep forgetting that Cougars can beat the crap out of cranes, and I wind up with bite marks on my butt.
The neighbor has a bunch of wiener dogs, and they usually come and save me. The neighbor puts those hot dog bun costumes on his dogs and that really freaks out Cougars.
On a backpacking trip to the Sierras 30 years ago I was climbing the ridge above our campsite alone. Another guy was climbing the ridge opposite. We were going to get to the top and holler across at each other and look down on our campsite where our buddies were.
Just as I was pulling myself up a big boulder to the top I saw a cougar looking right at me. Thing was huge. I ducked down quickly, my heart pounding, and clambered back down ... all the while waiting for the fangs on the back of my neck.
Took quite awhile for my heart to stop racing. Probably the scariest I’ve ever been. My buddies were jealous. I was not armed.
Now I live in Montana,on fairly remote acreage on the side of a mountain, where both cougars and wolves inhabit. I’m always armed now.
1968 Mercury Cougar
