By the way, I've got my own cougar story and it goes like this.
A buddy and I were looking for a good firewood snag to cut and stopped in a pretty good spot to call a coyote. Had the 10-22 and the call and that was it.
We walked about a quarter mile from the pick-up and sat under a tree. No camo. Ed took the rifle, I used the call. We sat back to back, with him looking the best direction.
After about 10 minutes, I felt Ed raise the gun, and he wispered, "It's a cougar!" I says, "It's probably a bobcat. Kill it!" He says,"Cougar." I say,"How long is the tail?" He says,"Three *****ing feet."
At that point I decided to turn and look, and he was right. It was sitting in the road, 35 yards away, switching its tail back and forth. It was huge and it was beautiful. And here is where it got kind of freakey. The cat sat there for several seconds while we decided whether or not to shoot. -decided no- We passed the rifle back and forth to look with the 4X scope. He still sat there. We finally stood up, facing him, and walked out in the road, and he STILL SAT THERE. Finally he wheeled around and bounded up the road the same direction he had come from.
I was most impressed with the size of him, and how smooth he moved. Also the way he showed no real fear for us even when it was obvious that we were human.
I now buy a tag every year, and hopefully will see one when I'm a little more prepaired. jd