Sunday, August 15, 2010


Sunday August 15 2010

Dusk comes to Owyhee, and the great horned owls are out, crying, (not hooting), restless, agitated, silhouetted against the sky, flying up and down the creek. That as-yet-unidentified owl (great horned? long-eared? I think it's a screech) is making its odd high-pitched yell nearby.

The horses are spooked down the pasture and they swirl in circles, kicking up dust, stopping to turn and face the creek, heads up, ears forward, alert; then they come running back to the house.

The neighbor's herd is sprinting through their pastures, clattering across the rocky creek. Something is setting them all off.

Night falls. The horses are staying close to the house, eating hay in the back pen... which is a bit odd. They are spooked again and bolt around the hay feeders, snorting, whirling around to stop and stare at the creek thirty yards away.

Then the yelling starts. One time, two times - I think it's the screech owl. The wailing gets louder and longer - it's definitely not an owl. A rabbit dying? The screaming is moving through the trees along the creek, 30 yards away. An owl got a rabbit and is flying with it? But the screaming gets louder. More chilling.

I grab a flashlight and sprint outside. I run to within 10 feet of the trees and brush along the creek and scan with my flashlight, but now the screaming has stopped.

But the movement in the brush/trees/creek has not.

Something is moving in there, on the ground. It's not an owl. It's something heavy. Possibly something dragging something. The victim is not a rabbit. The heavy thing is not a coyote.

I so wish I could see in the dark, like so many creatures, but I see nothing. Austin the dog has come out with me. He's not visibly scared, no raised hackles, and he's not barking... but he's not going forward into the trees like he normally would. He's got his nose up in the air sniffing.

My hackles are raised.

But I can't stop looking. I want to see.

I walk to our creek crossing 30 feet away so I can cross to the other side. Austin follows. I walk through the creek, swinging the flashlight somewhat nervously, trying to penetrate into the blackness, listening fiercely for anything - but it is now dynamically silent, and I know that something is in there.

I start to climb the other bank. Austin stops. Normally he would follow me. Normally he would shoot past me in search of rabbits, day or night. But Austin's not going a step further.

I shine my light all around. The silence is electric. The atmosphere is charged. The hair on my arms and neck are standing straight up. My flashlight falls upon two eyes up the trail, looking my way. My heart stops a moment and adrenaline shoots through me even as I identify it as a deer. The female deer is seemingly wandering aimlessly - though maybe I'm anthropomorphizing and jumping to conclusions.

My heart is pounding from the adrenaline now, and if I hear a crack of a twig from the creek I will jump into orbit. The deer takes off into the brush. I look back at Austin, who looks back at me, You go right on ahead, if you like, I'll wait for you right here.

I contemplate moving up along the creek to peer down in it exactly where I heard the... heavy thing dragging something heavy, but a chill wave of goosebumps washes over me, and my feet are sort of stuck where they are. They don't want to move forward. I decide I don't quite have the nerve.

I turn back toward the creek (keeping the light shining toward the Black Hole) - Austin bolts out of the creek ahead of me, happy to lead the way back toward shelter.

I go back inside, bursting with curiosity and the sad knowledge that we humans are so helplessly clueless about what goes on around us.

Half an hour later, the horses run around their pen again, and I hear snorting.

Perhaps a meal had just been finished and the predator was passing by.

I know something went on out there. It wasn't a coyote. Coyotes are a dime a dozen around here. I've seen one near the herd at times, and they ignore it. I've actually seen Finneas chase one. The horses don't act like that because of a coyote. That dying scream was from a fawn, and that Something Heavy that dragged it was not a coyote.

It was a cougar.


  1. Now I have goosebumps! You are a braver man that I, out there with a flashlight. Wonderful pictures too.

  2. Wow - I've never heard one and the sound must be chilling.

  3. Merry tienes que tener cuidado con esas escursiones por la noche por sitios no muy recomedables.
    Los gatitos grandes pueden ser peligrosos, y tu reaccion de los pelos de puntas, es el mejor ejemplo de lo peligroso.
    Saludos desde tierras más placenteras de Gabriel.

  4. Whoa! Not what I expected! Very cool!

  5. Next time please carry a weapon - even if it's just to shoot off into the air.

    Heck, even a flare gun.

    Now I feel the need to lock a door or something.

  6. Oh, my....Of course mountain lion images burst into my head, as I'm sure they did into yours. Scary stuff, that's for sure.

    I'm not sure I would have dared go look but I all too well understand the drive of that incredible curiosity.

    Perhaps you will go out in the light of day to look around for evidence??? Even then, be cautious.

  7. I was on the edge of my seat reading your wonderfully written post. I expected you to write that you had seen the eyes of a mountain lion shining through the darkness *shiver*


  8. Hey Ya, Merri! sounds like you may have encountered "un pussygato!" We had one several years ago that snatched a 150lb. calf out of our corral and took it right UP and OVER a 6 ft fence!

    Nobby and I met one on the trail a couple of seasons ago...let's hear it for "pucker power" on the saddle!! I worried about what a semi-green, little Arab would do, but he froze, the cat froze, I puckered as hard as I could, and we all stayed that way for about 5 or 6 seconds. Pussycat just "melted" down into the tall grasses and next thing I saw was its tail waving through some willows about 50 yards away. Nobby gave a shake, I stayed puckered, and we walked on up the trail! I must admit, however, that I kept my eyes on the trail behind for about 3 miles, as i wasn't REAL sure that cat hadn't turned at some point and thought about coming up from behind! It is said that you will never see the cat that gets you! Awesome animals, though, well deserving of our respect and admiration!

  9. Outstanding! I was holding my breath!
    Very well written , the ending perfect.
    You are one brave person , my
    heart would have stopped.
    Please arm your self next time.
    kay lee Kelly

  10. Cougars (mountain lions in Oklahoma, though we have no mountains to speak of!) make some of the strangest sounds. I know they make a scream that sounds like a woman but once I heard two cougars calling to each other one night near my home. At first I thought someone was calling their dog, but then the almost identical sound came from far behind me, though it was still audible. It seriously sounded like a person yelling a drawn out version of the word 'ought' (rhymes with fought), even with the hard consonant sound on the end. It was evening in the late spring so I can only assume it was the cougar equivalent of a 'booty call' and the pair was trying to hook up through the dense Oklahoma scrub forest. Not an experience I'll ever forget, especially since I actually saw one of the two cougars pass through the field several yards from me, making that strange sound the whole time. I kept my kids close to home after that.

  11. really ???my phinneas chased a coyote,?cool photos ,i think couger after reading story!

  12. Gosh, I hope you are sighting in a rifle about now. I certainly would be. That cat must be pretty hungry or desperate to be coming so close to humans.

  13. Could have also been a bobcat...they are able to kill fawns up until the fawns are several months old. But I agree that it was a cat of some kind, either bobcat or cougar. If the deer are congregating down along the creek, then that would draw the cat there as well. It would feel safe at night. I would have done the same thing as you - run out there with a light to try and see it.