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On a very windy November morning on our way up Lone Peak, my friend and I had a headlamp stare down with a cougar and her cub. She kept moving her head to try and look at us- I assume, but the cub could have cared less. It kept cat-rubbing on the mom and only looked at us once before the mom casually blinked her eyes and succinctly pinned the cub to the ground with her paw. Until the cub's cat-rubbing exchange with the mom I dealt with the situation in my brain by denying it was a cougar and must surely have been an old muley with nice, white cheeks...
We laid down a lot of trail in a short time afterwards (adrenaline charged) in almost total silence, and it was not until over an hour later when we sat down to take cover from the wind and to eat breakfast that I finally was able to let out a nervous laugh and say "Niiiice kitty..."
We laid down a lot of trail in a short time afterwards (adrenaline charged) in almost total silence, and it was not until over an hour later when we sat down to take cover from the wind and to eat breakfast that I finally was able to let out a nervous laugh and say "Niiiice kitty..."