Growing in cougar country

[grayeyes]

Old post but I will comment anyway.

A knife against a long tail? Why not unzip and wave that? A human with a knife is fooling himself. If you haven't learned what to look for then you could well end up kitty food.

Want to be safe at a guerilla grow? Drink lots of water before you go out there. And EVERY time you go out there pee out a ways all around your grow. Cats recognize human pee and it is not an invitation.

Here in California, where stupid voters 'protected' them 5 generations ago, they have next to no fear of humans. But human scent they usually avoid. (I won't comment on the one found strolling in Santa Monica Mall)

 

[YukonKronic]

cougars are solitary animals. they dont prey on humans. you have more of a chance of getting stuck by lightning than a cougar attack. The only place ive ever heard of cat attacks is socal. Its always a child or female jogger( probably on the rag) and the cat is starving because a housing development was put in where it used to hunt. if you are lucky enough to even see a cat consider yourself blessed.

Wrong. Cougars have only recently expanded into Yukon and there has already been at least one attack... on a man. If you enter a cougars hunting territory when its hungry it WILL assess your suitability to eat and act according to its desire.

 

[St. Phatty]

Wrong. Cougars have only recently expanded into Yukon and there has already been at least one attack... on a man. If you enter a cougars hunting territory when its hungry it WILL assess your suitability to eat and act according to its desire.

They are hunting machines.

The "Silver Lining" - a quick, merciful death.

 

[Swamp Thang]

Hunter S. Thompson fans will no doubt agree that the only thing more scary than growing in cougar country, would be growing in Bat Country. Say no more.

 

[JustSumTomatoes]

Lots of older women stalking young pot growers in the woods these days...

 

[CowboyTed]

The "Silver Lining" - a quick, merciful death.

True that. Second to a bullet, I suspect the quick broken neck that a mountain lion delivers would be among the best ways to die: quickly and painlessly.


I like the idea of being "recycled" into kitty food. It beats rotting in a concrete box.



I guess I grow among them, but I don't think much about it, since I also live among them and play among them and fix fences among them. One night a mountain lion growled at my wife for walking past and interrupting its dinner - thirty feet from our back door. She turned toward the noise to find her headlamp pointing right into the eyes of a lion with its face covered in blood - thankfully it was gone before she really registered what she was looking at. Can you imagine the feeling as her stomach did somersaults?


Ever since that night, my wife keeps a Saint Bernard or a Staghound with her whenever she's outdoors at night. Strength in numbers - and size matters!

 

[Swamp Thang]

True that. Second to a bullet, I suspect the quick broken neck that a mountain lion delivers would be among the best ways to die: quickly and painlessly.


I like the idea of being "recycled" into kitty food. It beats rotting in a concrete box.

I guess I grow among them, but I don't think much about it, since I also live among them and play among them and fix fences among them. One night a mountain lion growled at my wife for walking past and interrupting its dinner - thirty feet from our back door. She turned toward the noise to find her headlamp pointing right into the eyes of a lion with its face covered in blood - thankfully it was gone before she really registered what she was looking at. Can you imagine the feeling as her stomach did somersaults?


Ever since that night, my wife keeps a Saint Bernard or a Staghound with her whenever she's outdoors at night. Strength in numbers - and size matters!

If I lived in your neck of the woods, I would carry an enormous handgun at all times, for the honest world to see, just in case witty repartee fails when a cougar makes a cameo appearance.

Generally speaking I admire the grace and intelligence of felines, BUT I draw the line at being eaten for lunch by one.