Better still... REV 22 Jurassic Park's episode with the doomed Aussi hunters final observation should have crossed my mind, among other more imparative inputs, as this confrontation unfolded. 16th Revised Lewistons Deadwood Lions Real close where I took the Grey Squirrel yesterday seen about 420 pm and for the big cat 440pm. Will send a story but I discharged the 12 ga in direction, 20 degress off, of the big one seen upslope at 50 feet next to the deer brush above the ditch I was resting in, They look a lot smarter than you see in pictures...Probably was being stalked...as I sat watching the sun set over Lewiston 3/4 mile from home...first by the cub along the trail I was hacking out along the ditch overgrown and then by the big cat as I did not move but did pull my 9mm largo out and set it in my lap, cocked and locked, as I finished drinking my coffee out of my canteen. Rifle and 12 ga were next to me. Until I saw the second cat while gathering my gear to depart it did not occur to me that there may be more than one...I had returned to the location about 230 pm to openup more of the long disused mining ditch with machetti and bow saw (a cardiovascular workout/Bon Zhii-EEEEeee...Check) and I intend to hunt this area for more grey squirrels in the future. I cut and hacked out about 70 yards of overgrown trail, particularly the Poision Oak vines, for about 2 hours with out carring pack or long arms but did have the pistol, a spanish 9mm Largo on a 45 clone frame in a US military holster fully loaded. As I was absorbed with the task I looked around occasionally for squirrels but mostly worked the trail clear. Returning to the pack and guns set in the shadow of the dougfir that I shot the Grey Squirrel out of yesterday (30 30 caliber, 6.5gr Unique powder, 113 cast lead FN Lee bullet, 9X 60 yards X 70 feet up spotted with binoculars, shot broke both hind legs and trailing guts, it dropped off the sunlit side at 35' up/oak moss ' wipes' keep your glass optical surfaces Brilliantly useful and a rifle scopes Dependable 'zero' is maintained with boiled Linseed oil/drys gummy/on all scews and mounts...), I sat down to relax as the sun was going low over the hills, time having got away from me. Was watching the view of smokey Lewiston drinking out of my canteen when my head swiveled right 5 degrees to capture a stray cat on the ditch trail closeing in at 12 feet distant, body obsured by the oak scrub brush and its camo dark brown fir. Ears forward, head low, eye(s) dialated (pre attack mode), I, as yet unseen, think my eyes must have bugged out as I jerked forwards from my recline against the 40 degree pine needle covered ditch, protectively outstreching my left arm. HEY! The cats measured advance broke, as a fully reavealed massive shoulder and legs, black fir edging its face, amplifed my situational distress...no pussycat. A lion reversed unseen, the amped up human nervious system isn't designed to record action that fast/that close, noiselessly vanishing around the obstructing oak brush, long clumsy black tipped tail trailing in a wide swing left. Likely a Cub. Not full grown. EXPLITIVE DELETED. Without stirring I continued to contemplate the 'senic review' and after about a minute pulled out the 9mm pistol to be ready... Behind me was narrow avenue open upslope for about 70 feet and I watched that backside with several glances as I secluded in waining warmth for another 10 minutes untill the sun was at the mountians. In 84, summer gold dredgeing expidition, Plumas county, 10 miles NE of Quincy, had a lion get to my backside, useing the VW squareback for advancing cover, after sunset. I never saw that. The black kitten left behind by trashy trailer campers' did, artching and hissing at it before the small campfire as I sat in introspective contemplation and warmth. Dogs had sounded at an outlying residence up stream that evening and drawing the 22 mag 9.5 inch gold bladed Ruger revolver, I became alert... Glancing out to the graveled road there above a low swale at a clear run of perhaps 70 feet stalking us was the big cats grim visage, eyes squinting, ears flattened, slowly rising up ghostly and ill defined to fade back down into the black at the edge of firelight minutes later. Had just enought time and inclination to draw on the leathal bushwacker but feloniously shooting it (protected) was not an option and there were the buzzards to consider. Do not trust the big cats. Returning to my forested overlook, having finished the canteen of 7 to 1 coffee to water I rose up and gathered my gear looking up slope as I assembled myself for departure. Fully collected and glancing one last time uphill I was mildly startled to see the lion at 60 feet siting on its haunches watching me. I looked directly at it and it held my gaze for uncomfortable seconds pokerfaced and wide eyed and then shook its head several times while narrowing down at the eyes with folded wiskers as its muscles around the mouth and nose pursed oddly and then glanced to my right. It then returned to watching me. Riveting expectant seconds puntuated by another demur feline smirk interviened before I said something to her, I must have been scared shitless as I don't recall what, and as the cat was not leaving or breaking its stare at me... Great stratagy for deer/19th century man/no. A Very catlike domesticated behavior, intelligent as a house cat plus 90 lb weight. Being familiar with my own cat at home when it has occasionally presented a docile demeanor while hunting prey it cannot presently get close to (birds)/thanks for that...Jurassic Parks' episode with the doomed Aussi hunters final observation on the Veloceraptor 'Clever Girl'/real time...yah. I knew this cat before me could be on me before I could move 10 feet. Safety distictly clicked/off, raised the Savage and pointing 20 degrees off target fired one and recovered to glimpse a blurred brown lions' reversed Eastward image vanish before the screaning brush without sound or furthur movement. Just too fast for human eyes to record... We did well, and so I turned my back and retreated zigzaging past obstructions through cover to creekside VW camper a 100 yards down hill. There are no deer trails to follow... Looks like there may be a nest of the feline preditors in this area and they were not afraid of people. Was I being set up to believe that this fulgrown lighter/bigger cat had no preditory intrest in me only to be jumped by its mate further on...or its hidden elsewhere cub(s)? Real spooky and the cats have now been educated about people, but only to a degree, further than most get with out serious difficulty. Could be next time will not get any warning, as feel this cat was definetly sizing me up and had they been legal to shoot I would have killed and eaten it. Well, time comes to sit down for a drink will set up against cover and keep the hangguns (9mm Makarov, on lanyard) ready...12 feet is too close for a lion encounter...sooner or later I just might need that handgun at the ready...Parker
>uhhhh....here's the problem you might get into with these smart cats. The
>cats will decoy you with a smaller female and the male will jump you. They
>move so fast the gun on you lap will still be there as you instantly pass
>out from a jugular vain slice that drops you brain blood press on attack.
>The cubs and female will join the feast in seconds as you become a Christmas
>remember you physics...a 90lb cat moving at 40mph will hit you with
>equivalent force of 1,000lbs. The cat knows this and will execute on it!
>watch you flanks.
>From: larry Parker [mailto:email@example.com]
>Sent: Friday, December 17, 2004 8:30 PM
>Subject: Lewistons DEADWOOD Lions
Interesting story parkerlarry1. You have quite the imagination.
The cats will decoy you with a smaller female and the male will jump you. They move so fast the gun on you lap will still be there as you instantly pass out from a jugular vain slice that drops you brain blood press on attack.
Great artical. Doesn't give me much hope for calling them in. He quoted lion hunts at 1,500-3,000 Seems like everyone I have spoke with is closer to the 3,000 mark. Does any one know of a quality hunt around $1,500?
There are times when the deer are simply not moving and you're forced to make something happen. Maybe you're up against a full moon or hot weather. This is when a silent drive to force deer to move should be considered.
By silent drive, you're not yelling and making a commotion to scare the deer. When deer are panicked, they're liable to bust out of the cover on a dead run, and any shot you get will be tough to make.
A silent drive is different. It means playing the wind to carry the driver's...