Hunter kills mountain lion in Bradley County
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Hunter kills mountain lion in Bradley County
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That's something. Hope they don't find a breeding pair anywhere.
I'm sure we have a few around. About 15 years ago, my uncle told me he saw a mom and her 2 cubs on my grandma's place in Kingsland, AR. I believe him, because I found some tracks while I was hunting there.Quote:
Originally Posted by jigflinger
The little fellar had to have a mommie and daddy somewhere. I guess that's proof enough that they are here.Quote:
Originally Posted by jigflinger
There are Mnt Lions in Arkansas I have always believed that even tho the AGFC denies it. Well here's your sign AGFC. I have also seen a Gray Timber wolf in Arkansas. And yes I know the difference between wolf and cayota. The wolf me and my Dad saw was on the Arkansas river near Bigelow and we got a real good look at it. Be careful out there you never know what you'll run across. Another reason I carry a side arm when im deep the woods.
I've seen a wolf too. It was up around Smithville.
LOL I double like this post.Quote:
Originally Posted by RCC
I just hate that the hunter "felt threatened" and thought he had to shoot him.
Why not shoot it, its an animal not something sacred.
Myself, I don't think I would have killed it unless it was threatening me. I would love to see one, though. A friend of mine had a picture of one a couple of years ago on his game camera near Bearden, Arkansas. GTT
Don't get me wrong, I am not an animal activist by any means, but I would much rather it to have lived on to keep making more camp fire stories around the deer camp.
I prolly wouldn't have shot it either but I ain't gonna second guess what someone else did either.
I wasn't second guessing anybody, I just said I hated he felt threatened and had to shoot him. It's like releasing a big crappie once caught, he will give someone else a thrill one day. The cougars days are over, no more stories from him.
now if someone would just kill a Bigfoot id be impressed!!!! Lol !!!!!!
If there was a breeding population on mountain lions the AGFC would probably have to develop a management plan for them. That might wreak havoc on deer management. Just my thinking. (dangerous sometimes).
I wouldn't have shot it either. After reading the article I hope they do a good thorough investigation.
Hey Crappie Greg you never saw that program about Bigfoot and a hunter said he had shot a juvenile one and covered in up with leaves and straw? Then he goes back out there (can't remember how long he waited) with someone else and it was gone, no remains no nothing. Yea right I believe that one.
I don't think that cat is the only cat in Arkansas. You can bet your bottom dollar there are more out there. Just get on Google earth and look at all the forests these things have to stay hidden in. Lots of Forests and Mnt's to stay hidden in for a life time. I would not shoot it unless I felt threatened by it and I think the AGFC should manage a small population in the Ozarks or Ouchita Mnts. And open a season on them for hunters who would like to take one.
Want them to go extinct like many species have ?Quote:
Originally Posted by Rees Guide
Most people don't understand, the commission did not say there were none. Not a breeding population. Young male Mt. Lions have been known to travel hundreds of miles. We have a few scattered around.
The Wolves we had here were smaller Red Wolves and have interbreed with Coyotes for the most part according to studies.
Heck Texas has Wolves , Mt Lions , and even a few Jaguars moving up from Mexico. If they travel as far as they say not unreasonable to see an occasional one here.
I really don't care Nimrod, there is a reason they put a bounty on them years ago, they are predetors plain and simple. If I see one near a cow pasture or a populated area then it would die, out in the National forest prolly not. Much the same as done here on private land, landowner has some rights too. Did the same with a rattlesnake few weeks ago, had it been around houses I would have went out of my way to kill it but he was in the national forest and no threat to anyone or in the mountain lions case no ones cows, goats, dogs or cats....Quote:
Originally Posted by NIMROD
On my granddads farm in central MS every spring and fall we have "panthers", what the old folks call em, pass through. Sometimes nothing seems to be harmed and sometimes a calf or dog is missing. they hunt and kill to live and can be a nuisance.
Breeding population? Yeah we do have a breeding population. We have a black one and a tan one on our club. We get to see them once or twice a year. They stay to themselves. The tan one we have is a female. She had one cub with her last year.
I'm not scared of them. There's enough stuff for them to eat that I don't fear them attacking me. And they are beautiful animals. We got a picture of ole momma cat just a couple of weeks ago on the game camera.
A really good friend of mine, a retired Agri teacher with over 33 years of teaching experience, grew up in Hermitage and still hunts there with members of his family. His deer stand is not more than 2 miles from where the cat was shot and killed. He had been walking to and from his deer stand early in the a.m. and after dark in the p.m. and had no idea the cat was out there. Though it probably was not waiting to spring out from the underbrush to attack and eat a man, I guess if you walked up on one in the dark.............maybe something bad could have happened. He told me that he thought that cat probably came from the Felsenthal area and may have been introduced by the AG&F to that area from another state. Just his 2 cents. GTT
I think it was a house cat with some good photography. At least they could have put a coke can or something beside it so we could have told how big it was.
Kitty that stays in it's habitat is a good kitty. kitty that gets around too many people like near hermitage is a bad kitty. It's all fun and games until a 5 year old child gets attacked by one of these cats.
I heard something about the Feds at one time looking to spread out the endangered Florida Panther. Never hear if they actually did it but you can bet if it was that man better stick to his story!Quote:
Originally Posted by GoTennTitans
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Originally Posted by arkcrappie
Are you talking about a hunting club or country club? I Only ask cause if it's a hunting club ya'll must not mind your fawn population methodically depleted............ That " beautiful animal " is a baby deer killing machine!
You can put that argument up on coyotes, hogs, etc. I'm sure the cats eat some fawns, but so do the bears. We can't kill off everything in the woods to save our fawns. I'm sure the cats eat rabbits, beavers and other wildlife as well.Quote:
Originally Posted by midcarolina
I look at it this way, I'm in that's cats house it is not living in mine. I'm not killing anything such as a cat unless there's good reason.
Yeap........... You are right they will and do eat anything that won't eat them............. And there lies the issue they have no predators except man, Kepp letting them breed and one day soon you will wonder why you have NO small game and the deer just don't seem to be as numerous as they once was.............you are talking about a predator that is not native to the area......... atleast not for many, many years.
Count up all the predators you have in your area..........it's likely to be something like birds of prey, coyotes, bobcats, and apparently mountain lions............
But it's your area.......... who am I to care if you would rather have large predators on you land and less game animals...............
Midcarolina, "my area" consists of the White River Refuge. There are lots of predators there. Probably one of the last ares in this state that had cats, just like it was one of the last places in the state to have bears.
I'm not some kind of predator protector, but I can't just kill something because I don't like it. In this area the deer population is doing quite well and has been for quite some time. Between the bears, cats, gators and over abundance of hogs, it makes the place quite interesting to hunt and fish.
And you are correct, it is not for you to say whether or not "large predators" are eating up our deer and depleting our small game. I'm sure the AGFC would tell us to rid ourselves of every predator over 100 pounds if the game started disappearing. I hope it doesn't come to that as i would fit into that category.
I bet once domesticated Dogs kill more rabbits, small game, and fawns than large predators.
All I can tell you is here around 30 years ago the DNR said the coyotes that migrated themselves here would be a good thing to keep the deer herd in good health..........
Fast forward to today the DNR say's coyotes are responsible for a near 40% decline in deer population from a direct result of predation of the fawns by coyotes
the problem grows every year even with some 30 thousand plus coyotes killed each year.........
Now the DNR says kill them by hunting, trap them do what ever necessary to lower their population......
Anybody with general common sense saw this coming.................. except the DNR of course.
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Originally Posted by BigRiverMarine
Naw.......... the coyotes keep the feral dog population in check.................
A few years a go a stray cat came up and had kittens at our house. They got big enough to get around and a coyote showed up and go one each night until one was left. I was sure proud of that coyote. The last cat got smart enough to get up in the cars engine and the coyote couldn't get him there. The old coyote would set at the end of the automobile and wail like a banshee. Woke me up in a blind terror the first night. The second, I tried to crack the window and shoot it and it ran off as soon as he heard the window slide. The third, I just ran out the door and lit him up with a spot light to see what it was. He didn't show up again after I lit him up.
No lions around here....I don't think.
Who wants to eat ' Mountain Lion Chili ' ? Really ? If your not gonna eat it , don't kill it . I know the 'preservation' rules , along with 'protection' rules. Live and let live.
They make a really nice rug once you get rid of the fleas.
They are among us, much more than you think. Memorial Weekend 2013, Saturday night, about 8:30. I come around the back of my house with my little Walmart headlight on moving my sprinklers, cause this is the Big Thicket and I have almost stepped on a snake doing this at night more than once. As I approach the sprinkler I pan the light up through the water droplets to gauge how far it is throwing so I'll know where my next placement is.
They are among us, and they have absolutely no fear of us.
Memorial Weekend 2013, Saturday night, about 8:30. I come around the back of my house with my little 2-triple A battery Walmart headlight on moving my sprinklers, headlight on because snakes are thick around here in this creek bottom, and I have almost stepped on several of them moving sprinklers at night. As I approach the sprinkler I pan the dim light it puts out up through the water droplets to gauge how far it is throwing so I'll know where my next placement is. As I do I my headlight illuminates two green reflectors behind my neighbor’s house, distance to which later measure-wheeled at 46 yards. Right here: 30°31'55.6"N 94°26'47.3"W. That’s my shop and house just to the south. My neighbors to the north are out on their latticed-enclosed back porch with another couple and their two little yipping dogs, yipping their little hearts out, much more than normal. They are having a party, meat obviously on the grill...I can hear their conversation.
In nano-seconds I'm trying to reason "Did he put reflectors on his bird feeder?...no it's to the left a little bit...maybe he put them on the tree in the fairway rough…but why?...and if he did,wouldn't they not be in the same plane due to the curve of the tree trunk and both would not be returning the same amount of light like these are?”, all this through my mind in probably less than a second. Why are they there? The reflectors were about the size of the inner concave part of the bottom of a coke can, or the bottom of an Off mosquito spray can, with a space of about 5-6 inches between them.
That's when the reflectors slowly pivoted right to look at my neighbors on their porch, and then snapped back and stared me down, containing in their unblinking assuredness absolute cold contempt for me, and telegraphing a total lack of fear of me. And I mean total lack of fear. In that stare, at that moment I knew that I was not being viewed as a threat, but as part of the food chain.
I knew instantly what I was looking at. I shouldn't have been surprised. I had been finding big cat scat from time to time in the back corner of my yard since 2006. We lost some big oaks in hurricane Rita that year, and the sand that I spread to fill those big holes made a good place for them to easily squat and scrape. The scat piles were huge, most about 4" high. I'd take a stick and dig through them. Contained inside were the requisite hair and bone fragments you find in any predator feces. Most scary though were the claw marks it made when scraping the sand over the scat -always just three claws for some reason, as if it considered the task icky and nasty, widely splaying its digits so as to soil as few toes as possible. Each claw made a trench over an inch deep and almost a quarter inch wide. Most sobering, the trenches they made scraping the sand over the scat were all about a foot and a half long, with the longest being over two feet. I've seen bobcat scat. This wasn't it. This was a big cat. And it was crapping in my back yard not twenty yards from where I lay my head each night.
And it just continued to stare at me, not moving a muscle, confident, obviously having been coming onto the golf course at will any night it wanted for a very long time, so as to more easily hunt the deer that graze on it at night, and in doing so gaining supreme assuredness and situational awareness…and a lack of fear of humans.
This is the Big Thicket. Five North American ecotones merge here, and everything grows here like on steroids. We have more bio-diversity here than anywhere in the county. Which means high bio-density, beyond that which most people can comprehend until they visit the Big Thicket. High over-story which elsewhere blocks out enough sun to limit growth under its canopy, thus opening up the forest floor. Not here. The ground-level plants do quite well here on limited sunlight due to the rich dark soil and the moisture and humidity which is high and constant. Think of the hedgerows of Normandy, but miles thick.
In front of my house...thick, humid, arboreal forest, thicket. Across the street a right of way into it for the first hundred yards or so, was to have been a cul-de-sac, then ~ 380 yards by GPS to the lone ATV trail through it, virtually impenetrable in between. Private, undeveloped property owner’s association land, unused. Nobody ventures out in it. It is too thick. And the trees that fell in hurricanes Rita and Ike that blocked that only trail, they were never cleared. Even when I was young and headstrong it was spooky out there. As it is a long way around to get to that trail I had tried several times back in my 30's to hack a direct path to it. Never got more than 30 yards before giving up. Almost 1000 yards to the creek in the back, 470 acre lake to the left a half mile or so that the creek dumps into, it curving around hundreds of acres such that all of this is almost surrounded by wateroak, cypress and palmetto bottom. Only logical entry for man or beast is across the street from my house, as lake/creek/swamp hinder easy human entry from all other sides. None of it settled or cleared, Alabama-Coushatta Indian Reservation to the right about 40 miles. This, ALL thicket.
They call it the Big Thicket because that is what it is: you can't see thirtyfeet into the woods across the street. And it is that way for about fifty miles, with nothing to break it but tree farms and sparse rural settlement, a few logging roads seldom traveled except in hunting season, under-utilized Hwy146 about thirty miles to the west, two or three farm to market roads, the Trinity river bottom, and finally Hwy 59. All of it thicket, or tree farms, seldom entered. Perfect habitat for big cats.
The cats can't hunt effectively in that thicket, but it makes a great place to live, thrive and raise a family. By the way, unlike everywhere else in Texas, we have no feral hog problem in Wildwood. You’d think with all of these woods, and a golf course that is constantly over-fertilized that they would be rooting the heck out of the succulent greens and fairways. Nope. Has not happened once since way back in the mid-70’s. Wanna guess why?
On the golf course they have room to drop from the oaks and pursue if needed. So they have been coming into the neighborhood to hunt, seen from time to time for decades, and in doing so have lost all fear of humans. Dangerous. No telling how many times I and my neighbors have been watched unknowingly from the shadows just across the street. Their familiarity with us breeds contempt, and I could tell by this one's cold, assured stare that he had absolutely no fear of me, even when I started moving (stupid me) towards it and yelling to my neighbor, asking them if they saw the large animal behind his azalea bush. Before I ruined it for him, and judging by the way he begrudgingly retreated upon my approach, he had been coming down the fairway rough toward three does that were feeding on the lady's tee box to the south, saw the two dogs on the porch and became interested and just stopped to observe. He was just sitting there watching my neighbors and their dogs when I showed up and intruded upon him. I think the dogs hung him up. Easier prey than deer.
Dogs and cats disappear in this neighborhood every week. There is always three or four “Have you seen Fee Fee” signs with pet pictures on them posted at the post office or the little store we have out here. We know what happened to them. Seldom are they found.
So like an idiot I move laterally around some potted plants we have right there. My neighbors, caught off guard do not hear what I said the first time, only knowing that I am hollering something at them, I hear Debbie say, “What did he say”, so I repeat even louder. By this time I am around the plants and moving toward the cat. He sits tight, never blinking, not moving a muscle, and just staring me down. My light is dim, so all I see are two green eyes, big and impossibly wide the distance between them. That distance between them immediately registered on me as indication of the size of his head, and how big he must be. I only got about ten step towards him when he turns and pads off down the rough towards the green.
I rush over to my neighbors and tell them. They are kind of shocked. I run back to the house and get my Streamlight Stinger, it always in its charger, and much more powerful than the headlight. I return to my property line and pan right, south, away from the direction he went. That’s when I see the does about 100 yards away on the ladies tee box, south and on the other side of the fairway. All the time, again, in nano-seconds, I’m trying to reason away what I saw, trying to tell myself that it was a deer, not wanting to admit to myself what I already knew. So I’m telling this to myself as I pan the Streamlight left in the direction that he went and there he is: he’s sitting by a white oak a little over a hundred yards in the rough, just staring at me. Again this time I only see big green eyes, and not his form due to the dimmer light stream at that distance. At that point I’m still trying to tell myself that I didn’t see what I saw. But I wanted to confirm to myself that I had seen a cougar, not two green eyes. I wanted to be sure. So again, stupid me, no gun, without considering what could happen (and I make my living in risk management no less) I start walking towards him. He lets me approach, he stoic and unmoving, sureof himself, staring me down. This time he begins leaving at a greater distance between us, about sixty yards. But because of the more powerful beam I saw his profile as he turned. I could even see the tan color of his coat. And let me tell you, this was one BIG son of a bitch.
We have all seen green cat eyes at night. These were different. For one thing, they were big, real big. Most of all though was the color and the amount of light that they returned. The color was like no other green cat eyes I have ever seen. It was almost intoxicating in its color, a combination of aqua marine and jade, just beautiful. And the light they returned…they almost glowed they put off so much green light. It was like green foxfire. The illumination level of the eyes bespoke an enhanced ability to gather light, necessary for a hunter of the night. Those were the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
I’ve seenhim once since. Sometimes the dog I rescued,dumped and starving, deep in the Davy Crockett National Forest, he will bark in the garage where I keep him at night. He wants to go out to pee, so I get up, or risk having to mop the garage in the morning. One night last winter I put him on the leash and we are walking out in the back yard towards the fairway about 3:20am. By now, because I am scared, I have bought a 1000 lumen Zebralight headlight, so bright and powerful that it kicks when I turn it on. I look up as I nea rthe property line and there he is, fully illuminated in its powerful beam. He’s about half way across the fairway, about50-60 yards away and walking at a fast walk, but not an “I’m scared” walk, but the walk of an apex predator, from my nine to my one, having seen us before we saw him and started his egress from behind my neighbor’s house, about the same place that I saw him the first time. He’s looking back over his right shoulder at me the whole time, not a bit worried that he might run into something ‘cause he is fully familiar with where he is and where he is going. Both his gait and the way he looked back over his should at me reminded me exactly of that late 60’s film clip made out in the Pacific northwest, later debunked, of the Bigfoot walking away and looking back at the moviemaker over his right shoulder. Unhurried. I take Puff out to pee before bed too. Sometimes he won’t even get off the concrete patio to go into the back yard to do his business. He is a German Shepherd/Cur mix, big, fearless and vicious any other time. He seems to know when he is out there, and he won’t get off the porch.
Since the mid-70’s I and my friends have hunted in the forests and river bottoms of East Texas. As it is all public land available to the many, to help avoid getting shot by drunks and neophytes we have always gone in before daylight and come out after dark. A flashlight is seldom mistaken for a deer. To get away from the high hunter density woods on the edges inhabited by these types we go deeper than most. This necessitates long walks in the dark, and to achieve separation between us we split up. Most of the walk is usually completed alone. If you use enough of those bread bag twistties that are reflective to stealthy mark your trail, it is actually easier to find your way out after dark than it is in the daytime…a good flashlight will light them up and at night it looks like a well-marked highway through the woods. So most of time that I have spent walking inthe woods has been at night, without fear or trepidation of getting lost, usually the main fear of traversing the woods at night. I have had some interesting moments during these night walks, but never anything that really scared me. Yes, it is spooky, but that just adds to the adventure element, something that is missing from box blind hunting on a lease. And we stealth camp in there if we are too far in. Sometimes it is just too far to walk out, only to have to walk back in the next morning. So we are comfortable with being in the big woods at night.
Or at least I was until I saw this cougar. I have seen others, or parts of others. Once, a long tail in the 80’s, and another time a hind quarter and a long tail in 2007, both in the Davy Crockett National Forest, both at dusk. I was kinda’…ALERT…after those…and the walks out those nights were…let’s just say that I was REAL ATTENTIVE, and I felt REAL ALIVE the whole way out, REAL ALIVE! But I wasn’t scared. Great adventure. I didn’t go back into that neck of the woods for a long time, but it was an adventure…
Almost forty years of walking the big woods and wading the river bottoms at night without getting rattled. Until now.
I’ve got to tell you, even with the experience I’ve got under my belt, I am now fully rattled. This is the first year since I was fourteen that I have not bought a hunting license. That cat’s big green eyes staring at me unwaveringly has got me terminally shook up. He looked at me the way a great white looks at a cage diver with those cold uncaring shark eyes. Seeing a coiled timber rattler a foot from your boot or a cougar hind quarter at dusk has got nothing on that cat’s cold stare. And he did it to me in my own back yard. It was face to face, and he did not blink. HE NEVER BLINKED AT ANY TIME. He stared me down. His confidence that he projected to me in his lengthy, unblinking stare tells me that if we would have been out in the woods that I would have been just meat. I have to believe that he weighed the odds and I was just lucky, maybe due to the other human presence in close proximity. If a man gets jumped by a smaller juvenile he is going to have his hands more than full. And God help him if it is an older cat that is unable to hunt game effectively. He’ll be bigger, and more than a match for any man without a gun already in his hand.
Chester Moore, executive editor of Texas Fish and Game Magazine grew up in this area. He was the outdoor writer for the Port Arthur News for many years. As such, Chester received many reports of cougar sightings in East Texas. He wrote an article about them. Cougar sightings happen all the time. They are all over East Texas, some even inside city limits. There even have been verifiable cougar sightings in the salt grass marshes of the Intercostal Waterway, and around Sabine Pass, Texas, located on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico.
They are among most of you too. They watch you. You just haven’t seen them, and chances are you won’t.
that wasnt no kitty my friend that there was Sasqauch!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Tonykarter
Next time, just shoot it.
Iv'e seen a few wild Texas cougars here in Arkansas also with big beautiful green eyes in my time.