Post by: Jingles on December 26, 2013, 09:39:11 PM
Post by: ICEMAN on December 26, 2013, 10:34:13 PM
Should hunters stand by and watch the deer herds in this state disappear completely?
Post by: Jingles on December 27, 2013, 02:48:16 PM
Not sure what the gammies are going to do about this one I suspicion I know where this one is holed up but being in town can't go get it without a gammie. Would be nice if they'd give me first crack at it with the leg work I have done so far. Or at least let me use my caller and see if I can get it into my yard.
Nothing exciting but said I'd follow up and report and this is it. Everyone have a Happy and healthy New Year
Post by: stevemiller on December 27, 2013, 03:00:06 PM
Post by: Jingles on December 27, 2013, 03:39:14 PM
Post by: boneaddict on December 27, 2013, 03:42:41 PM
Jingles is right, does look like a young one. Just a baby Stevemiller
Post by: stevemiller on December 27, 2013, 03:56:44 PM
Post by: boneaddict on December 27, 2013, 05:04:40 PM
Post by: KFhunter on December 27, 2013, 05:11:34 PM
Wow thats a big cat,also wow you can afford Marlboros LOL :chuckle:
It's a small cat - two years at best
Post by: Jingles on December 28, 2013, 09:53:43 AM
Post by: bearpaw on December 28, 2013, 10:34:38 AM
Is your unit closed or still open? Just follow the tracks of the cougar to it's bed (probably in the nearest brushy canyon) and whammo, cougar down.
Post by: boneaddict on December 28, 2013, 10:43:50 AM
Post by: bearpaw on December 28, 2013, 10:45:04 AM
More like, under someones front porch where he is hunting. :chuckle:
:chuckle: :chuckle: yeah, something like that...
Post by: Jingles on December 28, 2013, 10:53:26 AM
Post by: bearpaw on December 28, 2013, 10:56:04 AM
Post by: Jingles on December 28, 2013, 11:05:14 AM
More like, under someones front porch where he is hunting. :chuckle:
Wish I could hunt this one even if it is a youngster. You would not believe the number of folks around here that don't get it that a cougar in town can be dangerous to pets and people.
Post by: bearpaw on December 28, 2013, 11:11:01 AM
Only three things matter in a predator's life, self preservation, sex, and food, judging form the porch light in the background, it appears the cat is not worried about being in town, and I doubt the cougar is interested in mating with your local huggers. :chuckle:
Post by: boneaddict on December 28, 2013, 11:23:45 AM
Post by: KFhunter on December 28, 2013, 07:26:35 PM
Post by: sebek556 on December 28, 2013, 07:30:04 PM
Post by: steen on December 28, 2013, 07:55:01 PM
Post by: mountainman on December 30, 2013, 09:19:24 PM
Post by: boneaddict on January 01, 2014, 07:39:04 AM
Ironically one of my cougar stories revolves around her house on the back side of the river. The gamies finally came and tranquilized them and moved them, after we watched them for a couple days hanging out on the ditch bank and her yard, they crossed the river and starting living in my moms barn. Nothing like going out to feed the ponies, look up and there is a cougar standing there stairing at you.
Post by: CAMPMEAT on January 01, 2014, 07:47:38 AM
Post by: BOWHUNTER45 on January 01, 2014, 08:33:49 AM
Post by: Heredoggydoggy on January 01, 2014, 08:50:31 AM
Wow thats a big cat,also wow you can afford Marlboros LOL :chuckle:
I used to get a kick out of the welfareites I saw around here...First of the month it was Steak and Eggs, coffee, and Marlboros. By the end of the month it was a shared cup of coffee and a pack of GPC's. The next month it would start all over! :chuckle:
Post by: mountainman on January 01, 2014, 08:59:54 AM
Did you know Ella Schroeder? Carries Mom (married my brother David). She used to make the pastries for the Burger Queen. She was there one early morning as usual, and the doorknob was rattling, like someone was trying to get in. These days, you pull a gun and shoot a Meth head. Those days you let the person in. ANYHOW, she opens the door and here is a blackbear standing there licking the maple off of the door. She must have taken something out to the trash (two day olds probably) and got some on her hand. :chuckle: I still laugh at that. and apparently the bear was so enamored with what was on the door knob or the smell coming out of the Bakery, dang if he just stood there. Man I loved growing up there.yes, I remember hearing that storiy! So many time like that! Buddy, you and I both were very fortunate to grow up in the Valley!!
Ironically one of my cougar stories revolves around her house on the back side of the river. The gamies finally came and tranquilized them and moved them, after we watched them for a couple days hanging out on the ditch bank and her yard, they crossed the river and starting living in my moms barn. Nothing like going out to feed the ponies, look up and there is a cougar standing there stairing at you.
Post by: boneaddict on January 01, 2014, 09:13:42 AM
Post by: wildweeds on January 01, 2014, 09:34:19 AM
I saw the same type of bear burglary in progress in Alaska at the cannery kitchen/cafeteria,Bear half through a screen door trying like heck to get in,the cook armed with a .45 in one hand and a broom in the other startled the bear and ran him off,the screendoor was ripped off and transported a good 30 feet down the road before it totally self destructed.My dads buddy was the cannery superintendant,the year before he let the air out of a black bear with his .357 when it tried to get snitty with him in the roadway by the kitchen.
Did you know Ella Schroeder? Carries Mom (married my brother David). She used to make the pastries for the Burger Queen. She was there one early morning as usual, and the doorknob was rattling, like someone was trying to get in. These days, you pull a gun and shoot a Meth head. Those days you let the person in. ANYHOW, she opens the door and here is a blackbear standing there licking the maple off of the door. She must have taken something out to the trash (two day olds probably) and got some on her hand. :chuckle: I still laugh at that. and apparently the bear was so enamored with what was on the door knob or the smell coming out of the Bakery, dang if he just stood there. Man I loved growing up there.
Ironically one of my cougar stories revolves around her house on the back side of the river. The gamies finally came and tranquilized them and moved them, after we watched them for a couple days hanging out on the ditch bank and her yard, they crossed the river and starting living in my moms barn. Nothing like going out to feed the ponies, look up and there is a cougar standing there stairing at you.
Post by: boneaddict on January 01, 2014, 01:08:37 PM