This came over the transom this AM from a good friend in Wyoming, just across the state line from Colorado. The cat was taken a couple of miles down the road from her house.
Friday, December 10, 2010
When Walking in the Woods
When walking in the woods, it is a good idea be aware of your surroundings lest you become the main course for dinner.
This came over the transom this AM from a good friend in Wyoming, just across the state line from Colorado. The cat was taken a couple of miles down the road from her house.
This came over the transom this AM from a good friend in Wyoming, just across the state line from Colorado. The cat was taken a couple of miles down the road from her house.
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Wow. That's considerably bigger than Any mountain lion/puma I've ever seen. It is the size of an African (female) lion - and a big one, at that.
Looks like an escapee to me !
There used to be a lot of lions that big in the West. Now the ranchers and "sport hunters" have killed 95% of them.
Anymouse, do a bit of research. "Sport hunters" require licensing. Licenses for lions, bears, moose, bob-cat, bull elk, buck deer, antelope, etc. are all limited and in the case of lion very small numbers.
Ranchers MUST get a license as well. DOW has free access to patrol the ranches year around. Ranchers must abide by the same game laws. In the case of a nuisance animal, a special permit can be requested and it may or may not be issued.
Penalties for violations are very high and include imprisonment.
The folks have a place in WY just north of Steamboat Springs. They've seen big cats on occasion on Blackhall Mtn or near 130/230, though not in town.
They have had bears get into their next door neighbors' garbage (the last house on the edge of town) and frequently have deer in their yard (their place is at 7500 MSL)in the winter.
Back East in the mountains they like to stalk people hiking down the trail. They never attack and hikers rarely get a glimpse of them, but they're there, following along like curious tom cats.
I was walking alone one winter day in Boulder, the Flatirons above the park...warning signs were posted but I was accustomed to the exercise and wanted it...until I kept hearing something keeping a kind of pace with me, just above and beyond.
I decided a trip to Lucille's was in order before I became the breakfast.
That pic? Damned scary, really.
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