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So, for the last five years of cougar rumors around our area, I have been firmly in the non-believer camp. With all the cell phones, trail cams, etc, how could there be big cats here and not one single person gets a photograph?
Well, I was on way down our road at 10:00 this morning heading to do some work just around the corner at Church and about 100 yards in front of me, I thought a huge dog was crossing the road. By the time it hit me what I was actually seeing, it was more than half way across. I fumbled for my purse o the floor to get my phone, but it was off the road and into the neighbor's blueberry field. With phone in hand, I drove back forth about six time, no cat.
Even though we see enough bobcats and coyotes for me to know that was not what I had just seen, I was still hesitant to call Ed at work. But when I did, he interrupted before I could tell him. He interrupted with "I thought I saw a cougar in the berry field this morning, but was afraid to tell you because you were going to think I was crazy!". My sister and I went to look for tracks, but the road is so packed down by the brining, that it is as hard as concrete.
My quiet country life has taken a creepy turn. I frequently walk back and forth to visit neighbors, and many times in the dark.
So, for the last five years of cougar rumors around our area, I have been firmly in the non-believer camp. With all the cell phones, trail cams, etc, how could there be big cats here and not one single person gets a photograph?
Well, I was on way down our road at 10:00 this morning heading to do some work just around the corner at Church and about 100 yards in front of me, I thought a huge dog was crossing the road. By the time it hit me what I was actually seeing, it was more than half way across. I fumbled for my purse o the floor to get my phone, but it was off the road and into the neighbor's blueberry field. With phone in hand, I drove back forth about six time, no cat.
Even though we see enough bobcats and coyotes for me to know that was not what I had just seen, I was still hesitant to call Ed at work. But when I did, he interrupted before I could tell him. He interrupted with "I thought I saw a cougar in the berry field this morning, but was afraid to tell you because you were going to think I was crazy!". My sister and I went to look for tracks, but the road is so packed down by the brining, that it is as hard as concrete.
My quiet country life has taken a creepy turn. I frequently walk back and forth to visit neighbors, and many times in the dark.
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