Very cool story David. I have always wanted to see a cat in the wild. Hopefully i will see one some day...on good terms!!
Very cool story David. I have always wanted to see a cat in the wild. Hopefully i will see one some day...on good terms!!
I don't see why people get so freaked out. Attacks are rare and food sources around our urban areas seem pretty good. I've seen kills in my neck of the woods (on the American), but never any cats. I did find a headless mallard neatly tucked under a large bunch of annual grass last year which was kind of weird too but I did find two bucks killed last year (just the bones left) and another that was tucked away in a brushy cove that had passed in early velvet but didn't seem eaten on or wasn't eaten on that much.
I can't say what the cat population is but flyfhrman isn't wrong in some areas and he never said turkey populations were being decimated. Try hunting the eastern sierras (mulies) etc... and see how many deer you run into. The brother ran into one a couple years ago when we were quail hunting a WU ranch area. The owner says theres a brownish colored one around this year that he would love pictures of as well, which was funny because he didn't like us reporting a normal colored one around but I guess a brown coated one is ok in his eyes.
"Did you catch anything".........."No, did you"........
"Hey man, mind if I fish here?"....."Yes"...."Thanks man!"
grgoding@yahoo.com
Well, I certainly don't freak out about it, and in fact, have never given them any thought when fishing in the wild. I've only been lucky enough to see one years ago when I approached a warmwater pond north of Stanford U.
I have gotten an impression based on anecdotal news reports that they seem to have gotten more aggressive in certain areas over the last decade based on encounters with homeowners in housing developments that border wild areas.
In any event, I still figure the majority of 'em are much more afraid of me than vice versa. To be honest, though, I have recently given the potential risk, however remote, some thought as I've contemplated taking my 3-year old daughter fishing in certain remote areas, given her small size.
-- Mike
Chuck Norris has already been to Mars; that's why there are no signs of life.
Those neatly stashed bodies of various dead animals are more than likely future meals for whoever put them there, and in this case a big cat. Because of the abundance of animal life around the river a cat may not always be hungry at that moment, but, he is an opportunistic hunter and a chase reflex for him is always on. If he should come upon an opportunity, he may kill whatever it is and eat it later. That's normal cat behavior.
Now, here's the scary part. If you're snooping around curiously looking at one of these dead animal stashes the owner may think you're trying to steal his dinner.
A few years ago my son and I were at the bottom of a canyon near the Gualala when we heard some loud screaming. We froze and listened again as the screaming continued several more times. We moved forward a short ways and found a fresh deer kill just as a cat was backing off a few feet in the tall grass. Not wanting a confrontation we backed off the opposite direction. That was HIS dinner.
Another time we went out calling varmits after dinner in the dark. My friend Vince said it was great fun and my son would like it because you never know for sure what is going to come out of the bushes. We set up along an old dirt road, sat quietly for a few minutes to let things relax, and then gave couple of blows on a dying rabbit call. Shortly, we could hear something coming toward us as footsteps broke dry madrone leaves on the ground. Closer the steps came then stopped. My son, with only a half-dead flashlight, shined it on the area of noise, only to be face to face with a COW!
We continued on down the road toward a small pond and set up again. Repeat of the call and then listen. Something stirred in front of us but this time only a small fox. Another call and this time we could hear leaves crushing again. We're standing in the pitch black dark in front of our Jeep as we make these calls. Soon the crunching leaves quit and Vince tells my son to turn on his light. No more than 15'-20' right in front of us is the largest pair of green eyes we've ever seen. This cat had come in on us thinking it was an easy dinner and since he's the apex predator he could take it away from whoever had caught it. The cat started to growl and scream obviously pissed off that we weren't what he thought was an easy dinner. He backed off into the darkness still screaming until we could no longer see his eyes with our half-dead flashlight. We had enough for that night.
TONY BUZOLICH
Feather River Fly
Yuba City, CA.
(530) 790-7180
This was several years ago, but I heard, and read how the mountain lions were effecting our local deer population. The local population was declining at a relatively fast rate. They attributed the decline to predation by mountain lions. Not just our local populations, but populations to the south of us as well. A quick google search came up with this.
http://www.fs.fed.us/psw/publication.../mtnlions.html
http://www.aws.vcn.com/mountain_lion_fact_sheet.html
http://mountainlion.org/publications...ton%201978.pdf
There is a lot of other "stuff' on mountain lions and deer populations, but I only scanned a few links. By the way, while I do think ML predation has effected the local deer population in a negative way, I really have no knowledge about it outside of this range.
briansII
Joey and I were fishing the Upper Sac and hiked into the Gibson area. We fished for a few hours and on our way out I noticed some tracks along the shore. I said man that's a big dog but upon closer inspection there were no claw marks. I try to make sure he's in sight all the time except he does not follow the rules. I recently purchased a smaller bottle of bear spray to carry in my vest if we head deep into the woods. Should work on cats, bears and rednecks.
Jet
"The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of that which is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope" - unknown author
I used to never worry about lions til I walked by one 4 years ago. I still don't worry too much, as that one didn't try to eat me. I was quail hunting some lava draws in the burney area, ther were some cows in an open spot below me with young calves. I then heard something get up behind me and start running, it sounded big, but I could not see it through the manzanita. It cut across an opening about 15 feet away, and it took a second to register what had just happened. It was a a rather large male mountain lion, and I had literally walked right by it, withing 2-3 feet I'm sure since it was laying on the rim of the lava draw that I was walking on.
Since then I have found one dead one, and a few years prior to the above incident in the Forest Hill area found another dead cat. Both seem to have died from old age, as their teeth showed a lot of wear, and there weren't any broken bones indicating bullet damage. I had to resist the urge to take the skulls as trophies, since possessing that stuff is illegal.
Hey Kevin, what kind of dog are you running on quail?
Ed
Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.
Hey Ed, you should have seen the covey we flushed while walking to the surf the other week, had to be about 30 - 40 birds. It was just like the time at Slinkard, it scared the poop out of me since it was so close.
So long and thanks for all the fish!!!
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