Cougars: pistol-packing mama!

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

Prior to moving to Monkey Valley I had little exposure to guns. My dad taught me and my sister Kim to shoot a rifle one summer at the family cabin on Knouff Lake. It was fun, shooting at cans on a log. Learning to watch for the kick. But since ...

Cougars: a man, a truck, a dog, and a gun

Monday, October 20th, 2008

When I told people I was moving to Monkey Valley, they inevitably thought I needed a man, a truck, a dog, and a gun. In fact, when I first bought the place, I had the man, Hugh McMillan, and we were getting along pretty good. I bought a pickup truck—a ...

Cougars: fears in the dusk

Sunday, October 19th, 2008

When I first moved to Monkey Valley, my biggest fears were attack by cougars, bears, and humans. I've already documented some of the encounters with humans. Pretty innocuous, and nothing like my late-night imaginings of a Charles Manson-like gang bent on my murder. So it is with cougars. Due to my ...