Posted on 11/20/2017 8:20:41 AM PST by w1n1
Any reader who has 30 minutes today please read this
http://ohenryelianamelanie.blogspot.com/2011/12/princess-and-puma-o-henry.html?m=1
One of these lions was taken years ago near Mt Rainier which was weighed at 230 pounds.
I see a lot of paperwork in his future...................
Yeah, but paperwork sure beats a funeral.
There were good reasons the folks who settled Colorado didn’t allow Mountain Lions and other man-eating predators to exist in proximity to their homes and communities.
The idiots who’ve moved here from Californistan and other Utopian cluster fracks don’t have a clue.
Those close encounters are definitely hair raising!
About 45 years ago a friend and I decided to take a horseback ride up the mountains (in Colorado). We had 2 dogs with us, too. It was a warm gorgeous day in Feb, the sun felt so good! We saw a dead calf at the mouth of the canyon, belly was gone but the rest was there. As we rode up the canyon, the horses began to whiny a bit and seemed reluctant to keep going, but we urged them on. It wasn’t long before they began snorting, but when the dogs stopped freely exploring and we’re under the horses bellies, our hairs rose and we decided to turn around and go back. Something didn’t feel right, and the animals were saying something was not right.
We never saw anything, but it sure did feel better getting out of there. If a lion had pounced, we would have been in big trouble as we had no guns, and there were several gates between us and the field ahead.
It was enough of an experience to emphasize with the hunter above!
I’ve seen dogs go batshit crazy at the sight & smell of a snakeskin. They know.
“...as we had no guns...”
The dead calf should be been the first warning sign.
I always carry when going out into wilderness or mountainous areas. 1st Rule of Thumb, of mine. Magnum pistol, .308 AR-10 (7.62x51), or Beowulf AR-50cal (350-425gr), minimum.
I didn’t see a video of him shooting it. Just one of him talking about it. Clickbait.
I grew up in Tuscon late 40’s and 50’s. My dad was good friends with the Lee brothers who were known to every rancher from Sandpoint to Bisbee. They were the preeminent puma hunters in the western states and were called out whenever a rancher had problems with a catamount and his cattle.
Their dogs were also special as once they got the scent, nothing threw them off - red tick, blue tick blood hounds.
The dogs would tree the cat and they’d bring it down with their lariats; they never once had to take one down. They sold the cats to zoo’s.
Great story about old Tucson. Thank-you.
Why’d he have to kill it. Did it have a name.
Nothing says back to nature like huddling behind a wooden stockade hoping that the lions don’t figure out a way to take a child tonight.
I believe I have read that we too are instinctually impressed with a fear of snakes from birth.
Yep.
Back in the ‘50s I went hunting elk with a buddy of mine (this was around Aspen, CO, before it went artsy).
We loaded up my old ‘37 Ford (used to run logging roads) and headed for the hills. He had a 30-30, I had a Marlin 35 Rem and for some reason, took along a 22 WRF pump.
We laid out on blankets in a clearing and sacked out. Around 3 a.m. Mother Nature calls and I raise up, and there, about 20 feet away is a mountain lion in a crouching position. I recalled the rancher’s wife warning us about them as one had jumped one of her boys a week earlier.
My buddy slept with his rifle, mine were back in the Ford. I woke him him, pointed to the dim figure and told him to “SHOOT, DAMMIT, SHOOT! He’s going to jump!”. He said he didn’t see anything and after the third refusal, I got disgusted and crept off to the Ford, hoping I wouldn’t get nailed.
For some stupid reason, I ignored the 35 Rem and grabbed the 22 as I had read that’s all it took to bring ‘em down. I was leaning over, grabbing the rifle, when my buddy cleared his throat. I damned near tore the lining off the inside of that car and spun around, but saw nothing.
The damned cat just crouched there, not moving a muscle.
My buddy finally roused up and we both investigated the “lion”. It turned out to be nothing but a damned bush, that to this day, I will swear looked like a cat ready to pounce.
I never did live that incident down.
Yea, and what’s more scary is that they foolishly ventured into the wild unarmed.
There have been 13 fatal mountain lion attacks on humans reported in the past 100 years. I have seen a few cats and they were all hightailing in the opposite direction. Naturally, most men would not tackle an angry house cat let alone a lion. Demonizing the animal as a maneater as an excuse for killing it is kinda lame. Check out this man’s experience just outside Calgary Alberta.
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