User:Forest goast

PANTHERS. while living in Oregon,on the banks of the willamette river, with the river being 600 yards from the bank my home was on,this being 35 feet higher than the river bottom that filled often in the winter, and was some times farmed in the summer, the river having 100 yard tree line to help with erosion, my compost was in the orchard, noticing a black cat that seemed large visiting my compost,,I started to leave a little extra on the bones of the meat ( like chicken or steak ) as he grew my wife and I knew he was a young panther,being too small to kill the deer in the area,and there not being much small game, I bought dog food and began to feed him, as he grew he did realize I was feeding him, we became sort of friends,( the closest I ever got to him about ten feet.) He did not scream like a woman,though I can see how people relate it to a woman screaming,it is an angry squall. as he grew we played,he would follow me silently,I would do him the same way,a sort of hide and seek game, he won at least 7 out of 10 times, in one case he realized I was tracking him,and he led me into a sort of trap, ( he left very little sign,in 5 years I saw 2 tracks,)(called hiding his trail) leading me into a brair patch with the thorn bushes higher than my head,I reaized he could attack from any direction,and come at such speed that I would not be able to swing the 30-06 I was carrying, in time to defend my self, these sort of cats most always attack from behind leaving you no defense.I backed out,and he let me go, it was obvious to me he could have killed me. there was times I could have killed him, after this I carried a 44 magnum in the hopes that if we became enemies I would have a better chanch of bringing it to bear in close quarters, this cat watched our house from concealment,and he never bothered our animals. knowing this I circled to get behind him,with the wind in my favor I snuck to the 10 feet I mentioned before, with the 44 cocked in case he angered enough to attack.and a knife ready for my left hand,I hit him in the rump with a clump of dirt, he came around fast,looked at me and looked back and forth deciding his options,and ran, he was thinking very fast. Figure that if a cat can run 60 miles and hour an do a 90 degree turn,,he has to be able to think fast. I now live in southeast TX, and there is a panther here, in my travels as a cross country truckdriver,I have seen 3 in louisiana one panther and one cougar in missouri,  and knew there was one watching me in arkansa,but I did not see him, there really is many of these panthers that the Indians call the ghost of the forest. forest goast