Well, I'm back on safari patrol! Our
next door neighbors saw a mountain lion trying to get in their horse
corral and managed to scare it off, so now the scare is on. A couple
of months ago it was a bear that we were worrying about, now it's a
cotton picking mountain lion.
Taz and Squeak are typical small
dogs; they both think that they can kick anything's ass no matter how
big or ferocious it is. Mountain lion, coyote, bear or mouse, they
don't care. They think they can ankle bite and yap it to death.
So now I take my old blunderbuss
shotgun, put on my headlamp and accompany them whenever they need to
go outside into the back yard. Again!
I'm not sure what would happen if I
did come across anything like a mountain lion in the dark, with it's
beady eyes glowing and a rumbling growl issuing through its drooling
fangs. Hopefully I wouldn’t shoot my foot off, or God forbid, one
of the dogs, or blow a twelve gauge hole in the side of the house.
Wounding it would be bad, too. Then I'd
have to try and track the blood trail into the dense forest that
borders our back yard...
Shit! I'm scaring myself!
