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BOOT HUNTING STORIES!
Have you been looking for information on CALLING Cougars to the Camera, Bow, or Gun? Or otherwise pursuing without dogs?
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Interested in Hunting Cougars?
If you're looking for information about Hunting in the American Lion, you've come to the right place!
I've built this page to document Cougar Call-In stories...
And other non-hound hunting stories...
as both a "Testimonial" page for my Lion Calling products,
and as an educational resource for ANY other Mountain Lion Hunters.
I'm going to organize it under four sub-headings,
RS: Those with RainShadow Calling Products,
O: Those with other calls and sounds.
A: Accidental Call-Ins! Any calling stand where a Cougar showed up!
NC: Non-Calling pursuit of Lions... without dogs.
This is a work in progress...
If you have a story to contribute, please contact me.
I WANT to hear from you!
RS: First Catagory:
Called Cougars, using "RainShadow" Cougar Calling products:
RS1 Customer, Hunting-Washington . com member "Gramps" Blue Mountains, WA.
After helping a friend deliver some lumber, I went to an area where I had seen cougar tracks. It was so foggy, I could not see 40 feet. I sat in the rig until the fog lifted then I walked out a trail a ways and set up. I found an open area and set the caller and a decoy that looks like a rabbit next to a downed log. I was sitting against a tree about 40 yards away.
I called with a deer distress sound, and I mixed in the first edition RS Cougar Whistle [ the new version is M09 ]. After 30 minutes of near constant calling, I saw a cougar walking my way about 120 yards away. My Dr. tells me that my standing heart rate is 58… within a beat or two of seeing that cat... which looked 10 feet long… my heart rate must have gone to 150. I only saw him for a couple seconds, but he was walking upright, slowly. He disappeared from sight and I was trying to figure out how he might approach. I saw him again and I could see that he was gonna come thru’ some timber and brush to my left. Sure enough there he was….still walking upright and focused on the sound and the decoy. I didn’t know whether to turn off the sound or leave it running so I turned it down and left it running.
It had been about 10 minutes from when I first saw him, and he had first gone out of sight. I turned a small amount and was in a good position to shoot, but was not calmed down one bit… I may have been worse... I am not sure. He had stopped with his head behind a tree... 25 to 30 yards away. I shot for the lung area. I saw hair fly and he jumped up about 6 feet with his back arched and went over backwards and then ran toward the thick timber. He never knew I was there.
I sat there for a few minutes just taking in what had happened and then went to look. I found a few drops of blood and then nothing as he crossed an open area covered with snow. I looked around thinking this may not be a good deal to have a wounded cougar in the thick brush that the tracks headed toward. After a few more minutes, I started following the tracks and found him about 75 feet from where he was when I shot….dead as could be…YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS !!!
He was a male..7’11” nose to tail. I did not have a scale big enough to weigh him. He had been in a fight very recently. He has a torn lower eye lid and 6 or 7 cuts clear thru’ the hide on his head and right side as well as two deep cuts on two of the foot pads. All cuts looked very fresh.
I have been fortunate to have hunted for 50+ years… Prairie dogs to Moose... but nothing quite as exciting as this!
Gramps went to a known area (very little tracking snow this year), made a good stand and executed a perfect call-in on a BIG Tom! The Big Tom is tagged over a Sub Adult Whistle!!! Way to go Gramps!!!
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RS2 Customer Snag Point, SE Washington "own back yard" Encounter:
In the fall of 2008, there was a couple of cougars working the river bottom on my small farm. Having spotted them a couple of times, (never with gun in hand) I began to work out the time table of the cat's movements in our area.
One of the days that I felt he would be around, I grabbed my fx3 and headed to the woods. Just as I was starting to slip into the woods a calf (moo cow calf, not elk) came charging down a trail. Then a moment later I could hear a cougar roaring and screaming about 500 yards away.
I thought "Oh boy, this dang cat's after that calf and all I have to do it sit tight and watch the trail." More roars but no sign of the cougar.
Then I slipped over set up my call and planted my butt in a tree stand that I had set up. More caterwauling, I started my calling with one of the first edition RS Cougar whistles. The woods went silent. Then in about ten minutes, a small bush wiggled a bit, the woods are even more quite. I thought my heart would bust a rib it was pounding so hard. Then the cat made a muffled growl, but it would not come out of its cover.
Within a couple minutes shooting light was gone, and I had a upset Kitty within 50 yards of my stand. I sat tight for another 1/2 hour or better. Then slithered out of my tree. In my mind I could still hear that roar, as I made my way through the now dark woods towards the lights of my house.
Patterning the cats frequenting his property and calling a vocal cat with a
non-aggressive sound ALMOST paid off!
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RS3 Customer / Long time Friend Okanagan, NW Washington :
We found cougar tracks in the general area, so my son and I climbed to a mid afternoon stand in open old growth timber on a steep spur ridge running down off a big mountain. I put the Minaska M1 on top of a root wad six feet off the ground. The internal speaker pointed to a smaller timbered basin on one side and I set the TOA speaker three feet away to point into a huge timbered basin on the other side of the ridge.
My son sat 30 feet uphill from me facing uphill, above a slight break in the slope. The e-caller was below the break, level with me and 20 feet to one side. I sat with my back against a big fir facing downhill.
I started the calling sequence with Duelling Fawns at low volume and ramped it up to max. Within seconds I switched to a recording of myself blowing a Weems All Call, a proven cougar call. It is the loudest distress sound I have. After a minute of LOUD prey sound to get the attention of any cougar on the mountainside, I switched to RS Cougar whistles and let it run.
Three minutes into the stand my son fired his 7mm magnum. BLAM! Long pause. No sound but the e-caller’s sporadic cougar whistles. Then, BLAM! He shot again. One shot is good. Two shots are usually bad, especially on a cougar stand. This time he called out to me, “It’s a cougar!” “Did you get him?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he replied as I scrambled around my big tree and up the hill.
Two and a half minutes into the stand he’d seen a cougar running toward us down the ridge. It paused looking downhill toward the calling sound, it was looking past him toward the e-caller. It started toward us again, moving fast in a low crouch. It passed behind a huge fir tree and he pulled up his rifle while the lion’s vision was blocked. When the cat came into view again he was looking at it through the scope.
It stopped and sat up on its haunches at 75-80 yards facing downhill toward him. He felt steady with the aim and shot at its chest. The lion did not move. It was an obvious miss. (After examining the bullet path, we figured that the first shot had hit the top of a wispy bush half way to the cat and deflected.) He cranked the bolt reflexively as one sound with the shot, took his time and shot at its chest again. This time the cat disappeared downhill to his left.
He ran up the hill toward where he’d seen the cat and found it slid against a down log where he put in an insurance finisher shot.
A hot track, a long hike, and persistent shooting under pressure! Cougar Tagged.
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RS4 RainShadow Call-in, NW Washington :
I received a sighting report, mid-day, December 5th. I was able to respond to it, and get on stand within 45 minutes. It was in a rural NW Washington State foothill neighborhood. I set up in a DNR clearcut and called into a stand of second growth. Limited area skirted by houses and roads. I set up in the shade of a root ball, and gave up the direction I came in from entirely.
I called for 5 minutes with JS rodent distress at mid volume, then 5 minutes with MO Baby Cottontail at full volume, then 5 minutes with RS Cougar Up at full volume, then was several minutes into RS Cougar CFPC when the large Female approached the caller from the timber, walking right down a well worn trail.
It stopped approximately 7 yards from the MAD Big Country, and looked at the caller then at me. (I was fidgeting around, running my video camera and trying to get behind the scope. It couldn't see me, it was looking into the sun, but it saw movement.) I was approximately 50 yards away.
Responding to a sighting report immediately, paid off! 1 shot fired, center chest, no tracking necessary, Cougar tagged.
Here's video footage of this call-in!!!
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RS5 Customer drscott, Bear hunt changes to a memorable Cougar encounter, in SW New Mexico :
I was calling using a critter call making fawn bleat sounds, I was primarily targeting bears as I had gotten several pictures on my trail cams in the area. I had been calling for about 10 minutes and heard a lion vocalize about 200 yards below me.
The country I was calling was a mixture of Ponderosa pine and oak brush. I switched to using juvenile whistles on the hand call I had gotten from RainShadow. Within about 5 minutes I saw a lion working its way up the header towards me. It was just coming at a steady walk. It got within about 60 yards of me and laid down watching in my direction. It laid there for several minutes.
I didn't have a great shot as I could only see about the top quarter of the cat. I slowly positioned my gun and felt I would just wait till it stood. I was watching it through my scope and saw movement behind it. She had a kitten with her. As I watched she had another join her. I knew at this stage I wasn't going to shoot so I just settled down and watched.
She lay there for about 30 minutes never moving. The kittens moved under some brush and also stood without moving. She finally stood up and walked back the way she came, with the kittens following. One of the neatest things I have seen while in the hills.
I'll say! What a great experience! I'm glad I was able to play a small part with the Sub-Adult hand call. Female W/Cubs, observed!
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RS6 RainShadow Call-In, Arizona :
I was hunting the San Carlos Apache reservation in Arizona with guide Farrell Goode. He had been informed of a heifer kill on a ranch, and we had got ourselves as close to the area as we could in the blind. (We didn't know exactly where the kill was, and we didn't have birds to show us where to go.)
I had brought along some hand calls to give to Farrell, so we started out the stand with them. I blew about a minute on a cottontail distress. Then I blew about a minute on a jackrabbit distress. Then I started blowing on the RainShadow Sub Adult Whistle hand call. Immediately from across the draw we were set up in, we got an aggressive Male Territorial growl.
I switched to the WT, running the young whistle, and started glassing the far ridge (360 yards) to try to pick out the cat. Couldn't find it. About a minute into the WT whistles, the Mountain Lion gave another Male Territorial growl, this time from about 100 yards down the ridge. I don't know if we were busted, or what it didn't like, but as far as we could tell, that cat never came all the way in.
Calling near a recent kill, the cat was there! No shots fired, RS hand called territorial Male, confirmed by a vocal response.
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RS7 Customer Testimonial, South Cascades, WA. :
I was running the call, so my son could just concentrate on watching. About four minutes into the set we both heard a branch break and something that sounded like the branch hitting the ground, a ways off to our right. The wind was blowing, so I didn't think too much about it. It was just a branch breaking out of a fir tree.
Then it ANSWERED the call! I thought "no way", I didn't just hear that. I slowly turned and looked over at my son and he had that surprised, "was that what I think it was?" look on his face.
Neither of us moved for about a minute or two, and I started lowering the volume on the call, trying to simulate a cat walking away. We heard it twice more on our right side, just over a little rise about 20 yards away. Then it went quiet.
My son started to slowly, slowly turn so he could get a better shot towards the right where the sound came from. We were absolutely ready! My heart was in my throat, and I wanted to do my "answer" whistle on my RS mouth call, but my mouth was drier than a popcorn fart.
We were both concentrating on the little rise, because we were positive that is where the cat was, and it was going to show any second. Another five minutes went by, and I looked at my son, and caught movement down the hill but way off to the left. Then a cat just appeared! It was almost like it just materialized. It was looking right at us, and we did a stare down for about a minute. It finally turned and started walking across toward where the call was, so my son started to turn back to to the left get a shot. The cat stopped and just stared at us for about 10 seconds, and although I hate to apply human emotions to animals.... That cat was looking at us with absolute evil distain! It was a look that I've only seen one time, and that was a bear up on Kodiak. It's ears were laid back and it just spun around a disappeared in the ferns.
From the time we last heard it vocalize until we first saw it, was probably a minute to a minute and a half. From the time we first heard it bark/whistle until the time it busted us and left was probably about 6 or 7 minutes. (So, 4-5 minutes of vocal response on the right, then it showed up on the left 90 seconds later.) I still don't think it was the same cat. The way the ground laid, we should've seen it cross below us. Plus I don't think it had time to get over there without running, in which case I know we would've seen it. I don't know what exactly happened for sure, if there was two cats or what.
Hindsight being 20/20, my son should've just swung left and popped it, but it looked like it was going to stare at us for a while, or continue across the hill. It was only about 20 yards away, and was a very large, very angry looking cat. We couldn't really tell how tall it was because the ferns were covering it from the bottom of the belly to the ground. It did have a huge (and once again, mean looking) head.
I was playing the RS Cougar Female Calls, but it responded with a very different call. It sounded like it was two calls mixed together, a whistle and a kind of bark at the same time. I don't know if when I started turning the volume down simulate the "cat" getting further away, that it may have took off and got around below us, I guess we were pretty focused on where we heard it the last time. Who knows.
Customer called in a large, probably Male Cougar (the description of the vocal response above sounds to me like a Male Communicative call. Physical description also indicates it was probably a Tom.) Area had been proven as a regularly traveled corridor. No Shot Fired, Confirmed call-in to RS Cougar Female Calls by vocal response, and the infamous "Evil Death Stare!"
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RS8 RainShadow Call-In, NW Washington:
Early in the season, must have been September. It was warm, no tracking snow anywhere. I chose a ridge in a regularly traveled area and pulled the truck over. My 15 y.o. nephew was hunting with me. He's a quick study, but was green as can be. He also had just learned that he needed glasses, but (of course) wasn't wearing them because they "felt funny."
We hiked up the ridge about 1/2 mile then set up on top, and down one side a little. I set him up about 15 yards off the side of the crown of the ridge with the Benelli, watching the crown and up from there. I sat about 10 yards below him watching the side of the ridge and down from there. I set the Minaska M1 at my level, but off to the uphill side about 30 yards. It was extremely thick.
I was playing a combination of distress and first edition RS Cougar Whistles, when at about 12 minutes into the stand, I heard very distinct footsteps at the top of the ridge. I was looking downhill primarily, so I had to crane my neck hard to the left and pivot my upper body at the same time to look up to the top of the ridge. I looked intently, and after about a full minute I picked out a back-lit, silhouetted shape of the top half of a round head with those little rounded ears, right on top of the ridge, about 30 yards.
I thought, "No way! That can't be!" I watched it for about 30 seconds, and almost decided to pick my Encore up and check it through the scope. Then I thought, "No, [my nephew] is right there, 20 yards from it, looking uphill. He'd have seen it if it was really..." I watched it for another 2 minutes or so, it never even flickered. Just a shape. Still as stone. "Nah! Must be my imagination." I turned back and watched my front for the rest of the stand.
Just as I was ending the stand, I looked back up behind me... and for the life of me couldn't find that half of a head again! I looked hard for several minutes and never found what I was looking at earlier. I found the bushes, trees and stumps I had marked all around it, but it was gone!
I went over to my nephew and said, "Did you hear something, right at about 12 minutes?" He said, "Yeah. Footsteps. Right over there." and he pointed right where I had seen the top half of the cat's head! I said, "Did you see anything?" he said, "No. But I'm not wearing my glasses." (AAAaaaaaarrrrrgh!!!!) "I said, "I think we just got BUSTED!"
Blown opportunity in a known travel corridor. Call-in confirmed by a sighting and sneaking paws in the moss.
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RS9 Customer Testimonial, South Central WA. :
We snowmobiled in about 25 miles or so on the road, until we found tracks. We parked the sleds, strapped on the snowshoes and walked for about a half hour or so, (until I started to sweat bad), and set up. (Actually, I got tired of my son whispering comments to me about my physical conditioning).
We set up with a good field of view, and started calling. I used your RS Cougar Female Calls, and then went to a fawn in distress. I waited about 8 minutes and went back to the RS Cougar Whistle. I just kept doing that sequence, varying the duration each cycle.
About 45 minutes into it we both saw a cat coming across the open area down by the creek bottom about 300 yards away. It was coming up the hill towards us, and we both thought it was a big bobcat until we got a good look at it's tail. It was probably about 40 to 60 lbs.
I turned the caller down, and muted it when it was still about 150 yards out. We waited to see what it would do, and if maybe it would "grow" the closer it got. It came on in slowly to about 30 yards before it stopped, stared, and just kind of wandered off. I don't think it saw us, or anything.
Called-in Sub Adult to RS Cougar Female Calls, and one of the RS Cougar Whistles. Cutting a hot track and following it up for a ways is the #1 technique. No Shot Fired, Passed up due to its age. (Legal to harvest in WA since it had grown out of its spots, and was old enough to kill deer and small elk. But this hunter showed restraint, and let this one have a pass.)
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RS10 Customer Slayer1, Hunting-Washington . com Western WA:
The news was saying lowland snow for that morning. Perfect time to get out to do some calling. I was walking into a area I hunt just waiting to run onto some fresh bobcat tracks with this new snow. After a few miles, and after passing on some night before coyote tracks, I stumbled onto fresh lion tracks.
He headed up the mountain after a brief time on the road. Lucky for me a old road headed up the same mountain. So I hiked up about 1/2 mile until I came to the top and found a decent spot to set up.
I set the foxpro out about 20 yds in front of me and got comfortable on top of a old stump. I remember wishing I had a treestand to get up even higher to get a better view but the stump would have to do.
Not to long ago I listened to Brian Downs' Predator Hunting Talkcast, with guest Mark Healey. He talked about using different distress sounds and lion vocals to try to "trigger" a response from a cat. So I started with DSG cottontail for a few minutes and then to blacktail fawn distress for a few, then lightning jack, and finally some RS juvenile cougar whistles. (First Edition. Slayer1 doesn't remember which whistles he used because he re-labled all of them on his foxpro.)
After 2 rounds of that and I see the brown back of a lion moving into position about ten yards from the call. I swung up my AR and found his head sticking out under a young pine. Put the crosshairs on him and let him have it. He jumped out to the edge of the road and took off away from me. I let him have it three more times as he ran away before he went down. I wasn't planning on letting him get away!
He was a young 1 1/2 year old tom and weighed around 110#.
Truly a unforgettable experience.
Have I said anything about calling a hot track yet?!?! Way to go, Slayer1 !!!
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RS11Customer LY, NE Arizona:
For me, my son, and a friend, we were rookies calling lions for the first time. We were hunting on the Navajo Reservation in northeast Arizona. In a known deer wintering area, located in the sagebrush flats, with juniper and pinion trees.
Before we began E-calling with a rabbit distress, the three of us positioned ourselves about eight to ten yards apart. Our first calling sequence lasted two to three minutes; we then paused for five minutes and called again for another two to three minutes. This calling session lasted about twenty minutes.
We stopped calling and after waiting for ten or fifteen seconds, we heard a response. I responded back, RS handcall whistle, and the cat responded again. We figured the cat may have been 150 to 200 yards away from us. No visual contact was made and we were unable to find tracks.
For the first time to be out calling for lions, we were excited that we got a response. Don’t know if we were busted by the cat. I’d like to mention, before our stand, we walked onto two separate deer kills made by two cats. The two kills had the same two cat tracks located around the carcasses.
So Close! It (they?) was there checking you out! Just needed to keep calling, and see them before they saw you!
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RS12 Gramps - SE Washington...
Disappointing as it was, I am
trying to look at it as a teachable moment....for me and maybe others too.
It had been foggy and below
freezing for a week or more and everything was covered with frozen
frost....except for the tracks and the beds.....they looked very fresh. This was
a really poor place to try to call because of very limited visibility, but I
tried it anyway. All I could think of was 6 eyeballs watching my every move. I
gave up after about 40 minutes when I got cold.
I found my spot and set up. I set the caller about 30 yards out from where I was gonna sit and waited for about 15 minutes and started to call with a deer in distress, a female cougar sound and some magpies. I sometimes count the sounds as they play from the caller. This was the first time I had used a female cougar sound and I was counting the sounds and on the next loop there was an extra sound.
This is where I may have made my first mistake or two.
As was the case the last time, my heart rate jumped and I realized I was not positioned to shoot. I usually call sitting down on the ground with my knees up and my rifle on my knees. Not so this time.....my legs were out flat. I managed to raise one leg and was going to move the other one and the rifle at the same time when the cat decided to move on.
I also did not have on my face netting. This and the movement may have been my undoing. It was about 65 yards from my location to the cat. I think the beds I saw were a female and two nearly adult offspring based on the tracks. None of the tracks were very big.
When I got back to the rig, I was gonna take a picture of the urine in the snow and it was all frosted over and was barely visible. The temp that morning had been 10 above. The bright yellow I saw that morning could have been 10 minutes to and hour old.....not much more.
RS13: DoubleCK - Arizona
R14 - Jeff - Western WA
Well yesterday (June) I decided to get out and play with some coyotes since the fawns are dropping and there are lots of coyotes in the area. I was planning on night hunting and since it was still early in the day I figured I would waste some time in another spot and just mess around for a while.
I hiked probably 500 yards off the main road and saw a nice stump to sit on. It was a 4 year old clear cut so it was growing up just enough for a small animal to sneak through. I set my caller about 60 yards out and started with the fox pro lightning jack. After a little while I decided to switch to ranting Redbird and let it play continuously.
24 minutes into my stand a cougar walks out into the open 30 yards from me, directly between me and my caller. Unfortunately it's out of season as I'm in Western WA. I struggled to reach my pack quietly to get my phone for pics. He was slowly circling the caller hunched to the ground with it's ears down staring towards the caller.
I switch to RS cougar whistle and the cougar had an immediate attitude change. After about 30 seconds it jumped on top of a stump and sat down. It looked around for a good 20 seconds and slithered off. It disappeared for a few minutes and I continued playing whistles and MR pair. Pretty soon I see the cougar again sitting about 90 yards away in the clear cut. Just sitting down with it's mouth open very relaxed. I continued to watch for a total of 45 minutes.
I paused the sound for a couple minutes and eventually he whistled back a handful of times. He eventually started moving towards the sound but I never saw him again. I put my caller remote in my pack as I was getting ready to leave. Then he lets out a loud whistle. I whistled with my mouth and to my surprise he whistled back twice and I got it on camera.
After a while of silence I got down off my stump, grabbed my call and slipped out of there trying not to spook him off. If it weren't for the RS calls I'm willing to bet I would never have seen him again. Once he thought there was another cat around he relaxed. He was hanging out in the open just resting.
Even though I couldn't shoot, it was the most memorable
experiences I've had in the woods.
R15 - g bo - Utah
Followed many a track for sometimes miles and would find a decent
location to set up for a good location to do a lion stand. As I found out lion
stand set ups are very different from a typical coyote stand. I called two lions
in, who came in behind me that I didn't see but only heard. When you hear a lion
answer you I gotta tell you it does make your heart pump where you can hear your
heart beat so loud you are afraid the lion will hear it too.
"...so you say there is a chance!"
RS16 - D. Goodwin - SD
I returned several times to the ridge where I had bumped a lion off his bed, attempting to call it in. I would wait a week between hunts, mainly due to my work schedule, but cautious about ruining my chance by over hunting the same area. Each hunt I’d hike in and find a suitable calling location, and started off with lion whistles followed by varying volume of lions courting, lasting at least an hour.
The first and second time I called, the lion vocalized after about 45 minutes, but was off in the distance. I recall the daylight was to blame for not calling longer, as it was at least a mile hike back to the truck.
On my third call set for this lion I got a whistle response after 30 minutes, this time I had more daylight, but to no avail, even after a few vocal responses, I didn’t get a visual.
Another day I hiked in, trying to locate a calling site that wouldn’t be such a hike out in the dark! I set out around 3 pm hiked in a few hundred yards down a valley toward where I bumped the lion weeks before. I found a great area, plenty of shooting lanes, and a good vantage point, but just as I went to place the call in the bottom of a ravine, some sport shooter fired off a few hundred rounds above my location on the top of the opposite ridge.
Since my new calling spot was a bust I decided to hike in and to the West of where I bumped the cat off his bed. I found a calling location on the side slope of a ridge that lead to a large canyon. I placed the call amidst a small thicket of trees and made myself a nice pine needles nest at the base of a large tree. The wind was gusting up to 40 MPH and I remember thinking it was a dumb idea to call with so much wind, and my spirits weren’t all that high after having to abandon my first attempted call site. In any case put on every layer of clothing I had in my pack, even had the thermal ski mask and a hood.
I began playing my call of choice, “RS Cougar Adult Whistle” followed by “Lions Courting”. I played the whistle for about 5 minutes loudly, pausing between wind gusts, and all the while scanning for movement. After 5 minutes I turned the volume down considerably, and changed to Lions Courting, adjusting the volume up and down matching the wind, but would turn it loud if the wind calmed for long enough.
At about 10 minutes a lion appeared 30 yards in front of me, walking towards the west, and behind the caller about 10 yards. At the moment I spotted him the call was muted, and he was just walking through, not crouched down at all. He walked behind a small thicket of shrubs, so I took advantage of this concealment to adjust my rifle on the shooting sticks. As the lion walked out from behind the thicket he walked right into my cross hairs! I squeezed off a round and sent the lion flipping into the air and flipped out of sight down a ridge below.
I quickly ran up and found his tracks. It looked like he tumbled about 50 feet down towards the bottom of the valley. Unfortunately there wasn’t any blood. I cautiously followed his tracks, feeling a little disappointed. I knew I hit the lion, the shot placement felt great, I even found a clump of hair on the ground where I shot him. I figure I shot him around 4:15 which left approximately an hour of daylight for tracking.
Luckily he was in the bottom of a deep valley that still had enough snow to keep on his tracks, but unfortunately, it was so overgrown and thick walking after his tracks was nearly impossible! About 50 yards in I found the first sign of blood, good arterial spray and dark blood spots. After about 45 minutes I’d covered maybe 200 yards. I decided it wasn’t safe or smart to keep pressing the lion, so I turned around and hiked back to the truck.
The next morning my Dad and 3 friends meet around first light and we headed out for his last known track from the night before. We ended up catching his movement under a fallen pine tree, as he walked out of the thick cover I took another shot, this time perfectly placed on his vitals. After examining the lion my first shot was a little low and only skimmed his chest and took out his front left elbow. As a sportsman, I’m not one to brag about making an animal suffer overnight, but maybe my experience will helpful for future lion hunters. By leaving the lion overnight, he had a good chance of bleeding out, by taking 4 guys in with to track (help drag him out) may have made the lion less likely to stay hidden and was way safer!
I believe I’ve called in this cat at least 3 other times, where he vocalized to me, but didn’t come into view. My 2016 season consisted of hunting more than 20 days, calling for 29 hours and 10 minutes, and hiking on foot for over 30 miles.
The Lion was a 1 ½ year old male lion weighing in at 114 pounds.
R17 - Jeff - Western WA (See RS14, above!)
Cougar down! I busted my ass this year and with the lack of snow its been very tough and very boring. But I've been plugging away every chance I get. After Driving fresh snow all morning, calling in some coyotes, cutting some bobcat tracks, I decided to search exclusively for Cougars. I drove to a second area...
Less than a 1/4 mile off the pavement I stumbled across a set of cougar tracks. They looked small and had pointy toes like a female. The snow was melting off that section of road and it made it hard to tell which way it went. I made my best judgement and decided it was more likely to have gone south which was a big tall timber flat that has a tall ridge running parallel to the road on the other side of the flat. I looked on my gps and found a road that runs along the top of the Ridge.
Turns out it was a nice little overgrown grade. I geared up and walked that whole road to the end and never found tracks. I figured if it did stay on that side of the road it would either have crossed there or walked the flat around the end of the Ridge. I was in somewhat thick younger timber (20 years or so) that was recently thinned by hand.
It was difficult deciding where to set up because there was no good spot downhill or sidehilled. I had to sit uphill which I know is usually a fundamental mistake for cougar calling. I had my back against a tree and a small stump off my left leg. I had my gun propped on the side of the stump and my caller was 20 yards away off slightly to my left. I hid the caller against a stump behind a piece of bark and stuck the external speaker under a log and covered it with snow.
I started out blaring calf elk distress at full volume and kept switching it up to cottontail, blacktail distress and anything loud and terrible sounding. Including raccoon fight. (I very rarely will do that) I wanted to draw massive attention to my area. Then after 5-10 minutes I switch to RS whistles, female whistle and wufftalk.
I looked at my caller and saw i was at the 23 minute mark and I thought to myself "just be patient, this may take a couple hours so don't move and stay awake". I was prepared to spend a minimum of two hours calling.
Literally one minute later I see a large dark figure move out of the corner of my eye (I was facing the Sun, which I also rarely do) I didn't even have to look before I knew exactly what it was. It was behind a couple trees so I pulled up my gun. It walks out slowly and presents me a perfect broadside shot to the boiler room. It was only 20 yards or less from me. I drilled it with my .300wsm and it flopped around then dropped 10 feet from where it was hit.
It was an interesting pack to the truck. I called my dad to help. We have bruises and sore muscles and even my pickup got a whole bunch of scratches and a couple dents in an attempt to make the pack a little easier. We got it field dressed and loaded up 2 hours before dark so we couldn't complain about anything.
It was an absolutely incredible experience. I will be getting a full body mount and I cannot wait to eat the meat.
It was definitely neither small... nor a female!
RS-18 - Paul - Oregon
March of 2018. We had gotten some late snow storms, and I was on the hunt for fresh tracks. A friend of mine told me that he was out driving around and had cut a cat track, but they did not go after it or call. He gave me the location of the track and I went out the next day.
It had snowed overnight and I was unable to find the track. I had walked about a four mile loop and decided to cold call a canyon I thought might be where it went.
The wind was picking up and probably gusting up to 15 mph. I usually won’t call in the wind, but I was out there anyway and gave it a try.
I set the foxpro in a small pine tree at the bottom of the canyon, and went up the hill about 50 yards away. I had just purchased the rain-shadow hand call and listened to all of Steve’s seminars on the cd. I put the OR09 and M09 calls on the foxpro, and was excited to use them.
Elk were in the area and I started with elk calves in distress for around 3 minutes. I then blew the hand call a few times and used OR09 for about a minute. Over the next half hour I continued with distress calls followed by a pause then cougar whistles.
At around 35 minutes, with a jackrabbit distress call going, a cougar just appeared in the bottom of the canyon. It came from the side I did not expect it to. I was not hidden from it at all. As I moved for the shot, it caught my movement and was staring right at me.
I rushed my shot and missed.
The cat took three huge bounds and disappeared into a patch of trees.
I quickly moved across the canyon and went above where the cat had gone. The brush was clear further up in the canyon so I kept working up as fast as I could go. I saw the cat crossing back over to the other side about 200 yards ahead of me. I was amazed I got a second chance and took my time and got a rest. When the cat slowed to a walk, I took a shot and hit it, but didn’t know how well. It ran into some rocky brush and back down the canyon.
I crossed over and got confirmed blood in the track and followed it. After about a quarter mile, it was laid up under a juniper tree and I got a kill shot in.
The cougar was around 150# male. I was super lucky after I blew the call-in shot.
RS-19 - Dave - Western WA
On Dec. 25 2018 my wife and I walked into one of our favorite predator hunting spots, some private timber land in western Washington. We have one spot that has produced a number of coyotes and a couple bobcat. My wife climbed up to her normal vantage point and I dropped down into a low thick area.
I did my normal set, 3 howls, wait, a short distress, wait, longer distress, wait and then finish up with some pup distress. Nothing came in.
A few weeks earlier we had seen a sub adult cougar in the area so for some reason I decided to call out a couple cougar whistle with the call I got from Rainshadow. Right away I heard a bird chirp in the distance, then my brain caught up, that was no bird, that was a cougar. Having never been in this situation I was unsure of how to play it, I decided to slow play it.
After a couple minutes I whistled 4 or 5 times , the cougar responded but closer. At this point my wife had figured out what was going on and repositioned herself slightly for a shot. I continued to whistle and the cougar continued to reply moving closer. The last whistle I heard was about a 100 yards away in some thick reprod at the edge of an open area. The cougar went silent.
A couple minutes later we heard some bird going crazy a couple hundred yards out and we concluded the cat left. Still super exciting.
We came to the conclusion the the cougar had seen my wife, her location was a little exposed to the direction the cat came in. She now makes sure that she has good cover in all directions before we start any set. If we're calling an area with a high probability of cougars I now always end my set with cougar whistles.
RS20 - D. Goodwin - South Dakota
O: Second Category:
Called Cougars using any "Other" sounds:
O1 Okanagan, NW Washington :
My favorite calling stand combined a lion, my son and my father-in-law in a hunt so unlikely it was a gift.
Our first stand of the second season we tried for cougars, my son and I picked a saddle in a deer wintering area from a topo map and decided to make our first stand there. My wife encouraged us to take her father who would love it. My son picked up his 80 year old grandpa before daylight. He showed us his ancient belt knife he’d sharpened for a cougar. He had started me calling critters and taught me most of what I know about calling. With three of us together I considered it a practice stand to start the year rather than serious lion calling. We set up in a frozen swamp.
I started calling with my old Weems, watching the back door. My son was a few feet away, a bit higher so he could look over the rest of the swamp. A couple of times Grandpa leaned over and whispered to ask if I’d heard something, etc. I knew it was a lost cause then.
But about a half hour into the stand, I sensed my son move. He seemed to be looking at something through his scope but didn’t shoot so I finally relaxed. Just then, "Bang!"
“Bobcat?” I asked in a whisper. “It was a cougar,” he said. My watch showed we’d been on stand 32 minutes. It loped into the far end of the swamp angling toward thick timber and brush within 40 yards of us. My son knew he couldn’t see the cat if it got in the cover so he shot when it paused at 125 yards.
He ran across the frozen swamp ahead of us. When he war whooped we knew he’d hit a lion. Blood flecks and hair marked the hit but only scarce tracks in patchy snow hinted where the cat had entered the heavy old growth forest. From there it took 15 minutes of slow circling to find the lion stretched out on the moss carpet 50 yards farther. They are an exceptionally pretty animal. This one was a six year old female and weighed 88 lbs.
What a prize to pack out to the road. Having 3 generations along made it all the better. And Grandpa got to use his knife.
Map study and known deer movements, cold calling with a hand call, Cougar Tagged!
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O2 RainShadow Call-In NW Washington :
I had driven approximately 30 miles of snowy NW Washington USFS roads and seen NOTHING. As I backtracked my way home, I cut a Mountain Lion track in my own tire tracks from 3 hours earlier. I followed it around hills and ridges until I couldn't cut it again, and decided where it had to have gone. (Probably a 30% chance of being correct.)
I geared up and hiked up the ridge opposite of the last noted tracks. When I reached the top, I followed the ridge until I found an area that provided a little bit of visibility. Not much, but some, broken by trees, and occasional brush, 15 yards wide and probably 60 yards long. I set the WT caller up in the downhill end of the opening, and climbed to the uphill end and set up.
I called with a combination of distress, female vocals, distress, male vocals, distress, and then young whistles for approximately 15 minutes. It was during the series of whistles that I heard a distinct male cougar bark/huff/wheeze from directly behind me. I hackled up but maintained my stealth mode, surprisingly.
I got turned around and changed hands with my rifle so I could point it to my rear. Very stressful, but I continued my vigil and changed sounds quite a few times for the next hour, but never saw anything.
At the end of the stand, I got up and discovered, in the fresh snow, that the Lion had come to within 22 yards of my rear, then veered to the right and circled around me and the opening I was set up to watch. It stayed in the cover the whole way. It was circling around to my right while I was turning around to my rear. From the tracks it appeared as if it never stopped walking.
Again, hot tracks, going in where it might have been going after circling a ridge. No shots fired, but the Cougar Call-in was confirmed via tracks and a vocal response.
Here are the tracks of the cat when I found it on the road out, it had sat for awhile looking down the road!
Here's a video of me interviewed about this encounter!!!
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O3 Central Oregon, NWPHA member Baltz526:
I was hunting the edge of the timber, within 1/2 mile of the open sage/bitterbrush desert. Several groups of deer were using the area as a bedding area. I set up in a lava rock channel with great visual coverage and only my head was not hidden. I had a head net on to break up my face.
The mouth call I was using is an old green plastic jackrabbit distress call. I was attempting to make the sound that I heard a mule deer doe make many years ago, as it was being killed by a cougar. It is a loud 5-15 second long call that ends in mid scream.
I made this call then waited and watched about 3 minutes then repeated and waited about 3 minutes. As I made the call the third time I caught movement along a little rim about 250yds out. I got ready and when the cat got to about 100yds and cleared the sagebrush for a shot, I shot right into the hollow of its throat. The bullet hit just right of the throat and skirted the outside of the ribs under the cats front left shoulder.
I waited for the cougar to die, but he did not as the bullet never entered the chest cavity. After a few minutes of the cat not dying, he started to get up. By then I was standing about 15yds away. I put another bullet through both lungs and heart. The cat jumped up and ran about 80yds and I hit him again. The bullet hit the spine and rolled the cat.
Cat was checked in at bend ODFW at a weight of 114lb with no guts and all blood shot meat removed from first shot. Estimated live weight was around 150lbs and it was a 9yr old male.
Calling above a deer wintering area is an EXCELLENT cold-calling strategy. Hand called, deer in the throes of death sound. Cougar tagged.
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Call-In, NW Washington :
Geared up and followed the tracks up the ridge. They cut to the left, towards the main mountain range. I continued straight up to the top of the ridge, watching for the tracks to cross back to the right. They did, just before the top of the ridge. I continued on, and the tracks crossed back the the left at the top of the ridge. Then just past the top of the ridge, they crossed back to the left again. Less that 3 hour old tracks had been all over that ridge!
I didn't know for sure what to do, but since more tracks headed down the ridge than up the ridge, I just sat down and set-up looking down the ridge.
I let the area settle down for a few minutes then started in. I played one or two whistles on the WT, then about 30 seconds of cottontail distress, then went back to the whistles. I immediately heard a hollow hooting sound from up the ridge. I thought it was a raven way, way up the mountain. But in about 30 seconds I realized that the hooting sound was getting louder and it was answering ever single whistle.
I thought, "UhOh! It's behind me and I'm going to see it in a second here!" Sure enough, before I could do anything about it, I saw it coming through the timber. I kinda gauged when I thought it would be going through a low spot, and I wheeled my gun around to weak hand pointing to my rear. It didn't work. The cat saw me and froze. I lost it, like it disappeared. Poof! I tucked into the rifle and looked through the scope.... there it was, staring right at me!
I was busted, so I took a shot for the nose. Missed, went through the whiskers, off the jaw, and into the shoulder. Mortally wounded, I tracked it down over the next hour and finished it with another shot to the lungs, 1/4 mile from the truck.
Again, hot tracks.
Called in with Whistles and Distress, under 2 minutes vocal response. Cougar
Here's a video of me telling this story!!!
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O5 Customer Story (pre-RS Cougar products.) Western WA Camping trip turns to a Cougar hunt :
We walked up an old grade from our family camping spot towards a clear cut that just been put in. Our dogs were out in front of the group (as always.) The next thing we know the dogs just loose it. A fellow camper, the only one on a bike, takes a couple quick peddles ahead, and see's the back half of a cougar jumping into the bushes.
We headed back to camp, and a friend and I decided we'd try to call the cat back.
We got our gear and guns and walked past where we had our first encounter, just out side the clear cut into the bigger timber. We found a spot where log had fallen perfect for us to hide behind and look two different directions.
I had with me a Carlton Calls, Critter Gitter. It's an open reed call, very basic but I could do higher pitch rabbit/fawn distress calls or I could do lower pitch doe distress calls. I decided I was going to use a doe distress for this set up.
After about 25-30 min's of calling I hear my friend whisper. "Ben.... Ben.... It's right there!" I'm looking all over. Down on the road. all over. I whisper "Where?" He says "Right there!" and points in the timber. I asked him how far. He says "20 yards. It's looking right at me". I'm looking all over for this cat, and I still can't see it. Finally he says, "Scoot over here". So I slowly crawled over next to him. He says, "Look right between those two tree's right there." and points. I'm still not seeing this cat. He tells me to scoot over even closer. Now I'm sitting in his lap. He tells me to look in the same place. Now I could see the face of this cougar looking at me from 20 yards.
I pulled the '06 up and looked at it through the scope. I put the cross hairs right on the cat's face. I whispered for Justin to plug his ears. As soon as I seen him plug his ears out the corner of my eye I shot. That cat literally went 6 feet in the air. Did a complete 180 and took off on a dead run. We spent the next few minutes trying to compose ourselves. We looked all over for blood. Nothing. We went back to camp to recruit a posse for recovery. Six of us spent the next 2 hours looking all over. We never found a single piece of hair, blood, nothing.
Sighting that turns a camping trip into an impromptu Cougar Stand ends with a clean miss!
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O6 Okanagan, missed opportunity, NW Washington :
My son and I and cut a fresh cougar track in a canyon where an inch of new snow was sticking in shady patches. We couldn’t tell where the cougar left the road but we thought it went up hill so set up to call it down. First mistake.
Son hid 50 yards above me where he could cover the most likely places the cat would come from. I hid between some deadfalls not far above the road and called with my Weems All Call. I didn’t take a rifle. After 55 minutes of our planned hour, I decided to stand up and scan around with binoculars since only my head would stick up when I stood, in camo net.
When I quit calling and went up to him he said an odd thing had happened five minutes before we quit. A large animal had walked almost carelessly up through the salal just over a low ridge from him, with squirrels chattering at it all the way up. Hmmmm… (My hearing is going and I’d barely heard one squirrel.)
Down on the road 40 yards below where I’d sat we found a fresh cougar track in the snow, made since we’d gone up to call. It crossed the road and went up the hill in line with the low ridge my son had heard the critter go up. There was no snow on the slope to track it further but the direction it was going would have allowed it to peek at me over the low ridge covered in salal, about 25 yards to my right. Apparently it came in, watched me till I stood up, slunk back in the salal and went on uphill past him but just out of his sight over the ridge. I don’t think the cat ever knew he was there.
We don’t get many chances at cougars and I hate it when we blow a good one.
They always come in from uphill . . . except the rare times when they come in from downhill! Confirmed with movement noise and tracks, no shot.
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Good tracking snow, but I had almost exhausted all my local roads without cutting a track. Finally, about 2 miles from the end of the road, I cut a fresh Mountain Lion.
I geared up and followed it through the thick timber along a steep, major alpine ridge, for about a mile until the timber finally thinned down a little and the ridge started to round. I figured it was good enough, so I set up. I set the call right in the trail and climbed about 25 yards above the trail and hid under a tree.
I called on the WT for 30 min with various distress, then 15 min with bobcat baby distress, then about 20 min with Female Cougar Calls. Then I switched to the whistles. At the first whistle the Lion called back to me from about 100 yards. It was a matching whistle followed by a "Gurgle" growl.
5 minutes later it was in. 35 yards from
me. I had it in the scope, but I could only see it's front toes and it's nose
and whiskers. It saw the caller sitting in the trail where I'd placed it, and it
stopped. One step short of giving me a shot. I watched it through the scope for
over 3 minutes. It was head bobbing, looking here and there, trying to figure
out what to do. I was trying to imagine a hole in the timber to shoot through,
but couldn't do it. I decided to move my upper body to the left to possibly open
up a shooting lane, even an inch! Nothing... except my camo hood caught on a big
fir branch, and moved it with a pop and a shudder. The cat stepped back, I got a
flash of eyeball, then it whirled around and slithered silently away.
Following a hot track into the steep and deep pays off again! Called in with a long distress series, then Female vocal, and Sub adult whistles. Confirmed with a vocal response and 3 minutes in the scope.
(I had a cell phone pic of the tracks where it stood behind the timber and scrub,
but I didn't have connectivity with that phone, so I never got it on a computer.)
Here's a video story of this call-in!
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O8 Hunting-Washington Member HangFire's Nephew, NE Washington :
My nephew about 10 years ago was getting him self in condition for a coming army reserve activity and he was running several miles, partly through the timber. While running through the timber he jumped a white tail fawn, it ran into the woods a short distance from him. The brush started moving and he heard the fawn cry and a cougar jumped up on a tree or stump with the fawn.
My nephew turned and ran down the hill, he said after having ran several miles, he had no trouble jumping the barb wire fence at the bottom of the hill.
A couple weeks or so later after getting back from the reserves he went near the same area with his rifle and a call. I don't know what brand of call he was using, I know he had a Critter call and I believe a Circe. He got situated and started calling. He heard very shortly something walking, he could then see the bottom half of a cougar at I believe about 50 yards.
He shot and he heard the cat run off. He couldn't find any blood or hair and assumed he missed. Opening day of deer season a few days later he went back into the same area and found a dead cougar secluded in some brush. The weather had been cool and the hide was still ok for a rug. I would estimate a 100 pound or more cat.
To the best of my knowledge he was blowing distress calls as he would for a coyote. I think that was his first year of using a predator call.
Known area, cold calling, but a known area results in a shot fired, and recovered trophy a few days later. Cougar Tagged.
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O9 Hunting-Washington Member AnnieOakLeaf, Elk Opener turns into an Archery Cougar Stand!
Opening day, I walked up an old grade to my elk stand about 4pm. About 6pm I heard a weird noise... Thought it was a deer but had never heard the noise before just like a snort hiss. About five minutes later there was a scream . The sound was coming from the ridge above me and about 70 yards to my left. The next scream was closer...and I knew it wasn't a deer. It had to be a cougar. Now sounding about 30 yards away. I nocked an arrow and stood up.
I didn't want to be walking out with a cat sneaking around, so I took defensive measures and decided to switch to a Cougar hunt! I brought the back of my hand to my lips and squeaked out a rabbit squeal for about a 5 second session. The cat let a blood curdling scream... I squealed again... silence for about 3 minutes. Then, from the top of the trail my stand is on came a loud "MEOW."
OMG I thought. No one said they do that!!! The cat was now about ten yards from me, and out of sight. I watched for movement.... Finally she walked down my trail and into the stand of trees just 5 yards below me. My 20 yard pin wouldn't do, I had to be sure of a hit so I drew back and brought the nock of the arrow up to my eye and looked down the shaft. As soon as the cat stepped clear of the trees I released the arrow!
The cat crouched as if to jump towards me but the arrow struck it right between the shoulder blades ! Two backwards summer salts, then it leapt away. I saw my arrow fletches sticking out its back ....WOW was I excited!
I sat down and listened for a few minutes! After an hour I tracked it but lost the trail so I went back to camp.
On the way back the cats tracks were in my tracks on the old grade.
My husband returned to camp way after dark, and we decided to wait, and track the cat in the morning.
The next day we retrieved the cat with the use of our Primos blood trailing light.
The cat was 6'2"
Take that, fellers! This great young lady takes a "HAND" called Cougar with a Bow!!! Cougar Tagged!
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O10 RainShadow Call-In, NW Washington :
No snow, there had been 3 weeks earlier, a lot! But now it was all gone. I was at about 4000 feet with bare ground in the timber. I hiked up the side of a ridge, to the top, about 1/2 mile from a rugged mountain, mostly 500ft cliffs and other huge rock outcroppings. This was a known crossing for Cougar and lots of other game.
I set-up and called with the WT for at least 20 minutes, using several distress sounds, the Sub Adult whistles, and then finally switching to the male communicative huff/barks.
A few minutes into them I heard a familiar vocal response from 200 yards above me. It was the whistle ending in the Gurgle. A minute later I heard it again, from the same area. I monkeyed with the sounds and watched 'til my eyes ached for another 40 min. Then I made this video clip with my little point and shoot camera...
...Then I called for another 40 minutes. Never saw anything. I don't know if it had come in, I missed it and it was leaving, or if it called first then came in and I never saw it, or if it called from above and never came in. But I never saw it.
Sure wish I had my new RS sounds on that stand. I think the WT sounds may have been too aggressive for that cat.
Exciting/Discouraging. Cold call in a known crossing area, confirmed by vocal responses.
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O11 NPHA Member JimAinAZ :
I started out running a Coyote Stand in the higher pines, and called nothing but a Mule Deer doe. I had muted the call and was ready to quit when, in the distance, I could hear something that sounded to me like an African lion "huff" I'd heard on TV. I figured it was worth some more effort on my part, so over the next several minutes I offered up a variety of different sounds that included prey distress and coyote vocalizations. I have some lion vocalizations on my caller but didn't use any of them fearing I might send the wrong message.
I wasn't hearing anything anymore, and had decided to end the stand after a few minutes of silence. Just as I was taking my last look around a lion magically appeared about 10 feet from the call. I believe the words "Oh my God" passed my lips and then instinct took over. Thru the magnifier on my AR I watched as he stretched out his neck to reach up and sniff the caller and squeezed off the shot. It was a good frontal chest hit and the lion jumped about 6 feet into the air and hit the ground running back toward the canyon. At about 90 yards he offered a good broadside opportunity and I hit him again thru the lungs. He rolled over a log and I couldn't see him anymore.
I thought about sitting for a few minutes, then remembered how he just appeared and decided I didn't want him just disappearing so I stood up, shouldered my rifle and advanced toward the last place I had seen him. I got to where I could see him stretched out over the top of the log and his chest was still. Took a few more steps and still no movement and finally got close enough to poke him in the eye with my rifle barrel, no reaction. It was at this point that I started shaking and my breathing became erratic.
At check in, the AZGFD biologist aged him at 18-19 months and described him as a transient. Even though he was young, he's still my best trophy to date and that includes any of the stuff I have hanging on my walls. I hope everybody gets an opportunity to feel the rush of having a lion show up on a stand some day. It's a feeling I know I'll never forget.
Coyote stand turns into a Lion stand when a vocal response is heard. Tactics applied immediately, and it paid off! Cougar tagged.
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O12 Elks in Colorado, Hand Called into his lap!
I worked my way into some real rocky and thick covered canyon country. About two years ago I went on a hike up this canyon and found lion sign. I decided to try for a lion.
Second stand of the day, I was going to call the Pinion and Junipers, and the big rocks. I set up in a little narrow steep canyon. It was pretty thick covered with Pinions and junipers. The canyon I chose to call ran from east to west was maybe 150 yards wide and was about 100 yards deep and man was it steep. I set up on the north side. I could see the other side real well and down my right hand side for about 200 yards. My left hand side was a different story. In the thick cover I could only see about 20 yards. I hoped that something from that direction would go high or low around me. The wind was variable in direction but constant at approximately 5 mph.
I started calling like I always do. I was using a sceery rabbit distress. I called often, in short little bursts.
About 15 minutes into the stand I was half way through a breath in the call when I caught movement in the corner of my eye. I turned slowly to see what it was, expecting a bob cat. I was extremely surprised when it turned out to be a lion, and real close! It took me just a split second to get the gun around, but it seemed like for ever. I can still clearly see the big cat all crouched up plotting its next move. Its tail slowly flicking behind and its cold yellow eyes fixed on me.
I swung the gun up and found the center of its chest. Bang, the cat leaped 6 plus feet straight up and hit the ground with a thud. It was dead before ever reached the ground. Needless to say I was real shook up. The next 15 minutes I was Shaking and managed to walk in several small circles around where I was sitting not really sure what to do. Man was I freaked out.
After I calmed down I got the courage to approach the lion. The shot hit right at the top of the chest white patch and went through the throat and into the spine. I also managed to step off where I was and where the cat was when I shot. I got in 8 paces, which is just too close!
At this Call-In, Elks was a first time Cougar caller, but a very experienced predator hunter, and Colorado big game hunter. He did everything right, set-up in a known Lion area, and was able to make it happen when the big cat materialized breathing down his neck! Lion Tagged.
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O13 BearManRic, of RR Game Calls, and his first called Cougar story:
My first cougar call-in was in 1993. Back then my favorite call was the Haydel Government Cottontail. I had seen several cougar in the road that year.
I hunted a gated road right close to the Olympic National Park. I went in to a 4 way intersection on the closed road. I parked my mountain bike and walked the grade to the left till I came to a long straightaway. I knew a grade to the right was about 50 yards ahead of me. I got settled in with my back to a small tree.
As soon as I started calling, a cougar start chirping very close on the other side of the road. It was well under a 100 yards. I kept calling but at lower volume. It only chirped a few more times. At around 40 minutes it glided across the road, too quick to shoot, and into the scrub on my side of the road. A 6 year old clear cut. Heavy brush.
It was a slender, average sized cougar. A younger one I think.
I started calling again, and went for another 15 minutes or so... nothing. Then I got nervous. There was a elk trail there where I was expecting to see a cougar ready to pounce on me. So I gave it up and backed out of there.
Rick lost this
Cougar in the "Dog Hair." If you've never seen "re-prod" in the Pacific
Northwest, you might not understand! There's a reason they call it "Dog Hair!"
(You're very, very lucky to see 5 yards into it, it's so thick.) Call-in
confirmed with vocal responses and a sighting, but no shot.
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O14 Okanagan, Calling the Washington State snow country :
My son and I found a recent cougar track angling across a logging road in patchy snow. We drove and hiked to set up ahead of its line of travel. We placed our boom box in a frozen swamp and sat a few yards on opposite sides of it. I poked the start button on the CD player and moved to my hiding spot. The CD was a recording of me blowing a Weems All Call.
14 minutes after we started calling my son saw a large animal move at the edge of the swamp about 60 yards from him. It was about 45 degrees from where he was looking and it moved behind a bush before he could focus on it.
50 minutes into the calling stand, two ravens were flying over and when they got above the spot where he’d seen movement earlier, they started diving at something behind a bush and squawking at it. Whatever it was moved away with the ravens hassling it all the way, and one squirrel after another picked up the scolding as it moved off through the timber.
At 65 minutes we quit calling, exchanged info and walked straight to the bush where my son had seen movement and the ravens had focused.
Tracks in the snow told the story. A cougar had walked to a four foot wide opening at the edge of the swamp where it stopped and looked toward the call sound. My son was sitting in a direct line between the lion and the caller. When he moved his head slightly to look at the lion, it jumped sideways behind a bush and lay down. It left a full body print in the snow where it lay for 36 minutes and watched him, till the ravens started hassling it and it walked off into the timber.
So many little points of this story are typical of only cats!
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O15 Dave Tatum, Platte SD ( http://www.huntingwithdave.com/index.html) South Dakota:
I have called in 3 that we know of.
I had one come up to 18 yards and laid down behind me, but I was unaware until I walked out and read the tracks. He had cut my tracks at 50 yards and walked in my boot prints to 18 yards and laid down. It made me feel like a big rat! The funny thing is, it was the very first stand, the very first time, that I specifically targeted a lion, and boy did it leave a lasting impression! I think it is very neat that they seem to frequently end up behind you. The sign of a true predator... and a stealthy one at that!
I saw one and never got a shot.
I had finished calling and walked over to a rock ledge
very close to where I was sitting and a lion came jumping out from below me on
the rock ledge. I was unable to get my rifle to my shoulder and get a shot
before the lion disappeared. A bad judgment call on my part to get up and leave
as soon as I did. I think that in a few minutes he would have been in sight, I
should have been more persistent and set longer.
The third one same as the first, we cut his tracks when we were walking out.
Thanks for the great stories, Dave!
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O16 Hunting Washington Member Big 10 Gauge, Central Washington State:
An old hunting buddy came up to the place earlier this week and wanted me to call in a bear for him so we took off in my jeep up to the start of a old skid road that lead up to a 8 yr old clear-cut on a step hill.
I decided to take my bow since he carried his 300 win mag in case of a elk or nice buck showed up. Once we reached the clear-cut both of us sat down and started to watch for any activity. About two minutes into this I thought I heard a cow elk talking so I pulled out my diaphragm call and gave a couple of cow calls but no response. I thought maybe I just mistook some bird call for a elk. After about thirty more minutes of sitting at the lower edge of the clear-cut and not seeing much it was time to move into a calling spot for bears.
After walking further up the skid road I just happened to look up the road and a cougar walks across the road and into the brush about 60 feet ahead of us. I tell my buddy and we go up to where it crossed and start scanning the hillside, my buddy spots it on the hillside about 70 yrds away and points it out to me, the cat was going thru the fairly thick brush but could catch a glimpse of it every now and again.
We started talking about what a great surprise that was when all of a sudden about 15 feet behind us a cougar comes out of the brush and scrambles across a old log in the road, I give chase to try to tree it but I guess the cat figured I was a 204 lb weakling and so wasn’t intimated in the least .
After cleaning ourselves up a bit after that encounter we figured that the 1st cat I saw had crossed the road and was crouched down in the thick brush just off the road all the time we were standing there.
I remembered that the Foxpro had some cougar sounds on it so we set up to try to call in one of the cats. The call ended up exactly 51 yrds from where we decided to sit but at a somewhat steep downward angle. I couldn’t find a better spot without exposing ourselves in the clear-cut. I found a sound called a cougar whistle so I played it once (realizing that was what I had mistook earlier for a cow elk) and also got a immediate answer from 2 different locations on the hillside where we glimpsed the one earlier going thru the brush. So now we had three cougars in the area that we knew of.
I used the cougar whistle several times over a twenty minute period and got responses back that were closer each time. After about the thirty five minute mark using the whistle wasn’t getting a response and I was wondering if they might be near the call but just crouched down and watching, kinda like what a bobcat does. I tried a sound called cougar in heat, immediately a cat came screaming and growling out of the road it’s ears laid back and was eyeing my Foxpro like “what the heck is this”? The cat was so intent on the Foxpro I stood up and pulled back, put the 50 yrd pin right behind its shoulder and watched the arrow as it sailed 1 inch over it’s back.
We called some more but nothing else came in. I went and retrieved my arrow and let my bud give me a hard kick in the ass. When we finally settled down I told him that I really didn’t mind that much about missing since bringing home a cougar would have only been a small part of a overall great experience! He was in total agreement. I think I'm now hooked on calling cats, and may have found this winter’s sport!
Big10 is a very experience hunter and predator caller. He set up right and responded to a surprise opportunity as good as anyone else could have. Some really good insights are hidden in this account. Especially how he got the cat to show itself when it was already in, but hiding, by playing an aggressive sound (heat.) So Close!
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O17 FoxPro Forum Member Sean Fulton ( www.fultonphoto.com ) South Dakota:
Sean and I talked a few times about strategy, and the current Mountain Lion situation in SD a week or so before he took this cat. As you can tell from his narrative, he's a meticulous and hard driving hunter who earned his trophy! Way to go, Sean!
O18: CW North Dakota
Sept 2013 I had guys working for me in the ND badlands and on separate occasions they each saw a lion in the same general area. I had been trying to get a lion for several years and figured this would be a good spot to start.
I had not used my FP much, and had it sitting just in front of me so I could get it should I need to. I had started with deer in distress and then switched to lion vocals, ending with lion in heat.
I had sat for 45 min and decided to try a new spot. I got up and grabbed my FP. I turned to go back to my truck and looked straight into the eyes of a lion standing 15- 20 yards away. The lion just stared at me and did not move at all. I pulled up and shot him straight on with a TC encore in 280 Rem. He piled up within a few yards.
I sure had the shakes after the shot wondering how long he was standing behind me. This lion weighed 131 lbs and had been collared south of Malta MT. This lion had traveled 235 straight line miles to ND!
I went on to see two other lions that season, not by calling though. One let me walk within 50 yards of it before it ran. I am anxious to see how this season goes. It makes a person a little nervous calling knowing how sneaky they are and that they don't seem to have much fear of you.
CW sent me some interesting stuff on this collared cat...
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Map is not real clear here, but this is the meanderings of the cat for a couple weeks before CW shot it.
Some interesting information on cats, including this one that CW killed.
Thanks "CW" for this great story and information!!!
O19: Dead Battery!!! Washington Hunter "Jasnt"
I found some fresh lion tracks today. I followed what I could till I found an area where I could call and still kinda see( everything was super thick and steep!) I found a good spot to hide and pull out my e caller..............dead! Won't even turn on. So I pull out couple hand calls and try to tuck in the brush a little more and start with fawn distress pausing every 30 sec or so to listen. After a bit I hear a whistle about 150 yards up the hill, Then another one about 200 yards to my right. They talk back and forth a a few times with the second one getting a little closer. Then I do another set and I hear one last whistle so I do it back best I can with my voice. All quiet! After a few mins I hear this gargley cough sound just fifty yards away. I scan the area with just my eyes but just couldn't see in that area(thick firs) I sat there for a long time still as death but after a while I heard something leaving.
Charge your batteries!!!
O20: Treekiller - WA...
A friend and I used fawn in distress calls
with his FoxPro 2 winters ago. I'd been shed hunting in mid February and found
numerous lion tracks in mud and snow, and eventually a fresh kill. We went in at
mid morning and set up in the area. He had a view below and up the ridge, and I
had a view below and down the ridge. We were 25-30 yards apart and I had a doug
fir against my back with thick brush behind me.
O21: Okanagan - BC... Cougar growled at me
A cougar growled at me one evening when I picked up the e-caller and decoy after an hour on a calling stand.
I had hiked a couple of hundred yards from a logging road, up a steep bank to gain a backdoor access to a quarter mile wide basin. It is a shallow bowl set into a huge mountainside, tilted with the low western edge dropping off in a steep bank to a road below. The basin itself is clearcut with big timber all around. It is an exceptionally rough clearcut, extra bad for walking, and was made worse by two inches of soapy slick coastal snow barely at freezing temps.
I placed the electronic call and decoy on a flat spot beside a line of thick brush and logging debris that marked a small stream coursing down through the middle of the basin. Then I backed off 75 yards to a line of Christmas trees on the south rim of the bowl and sat facing north, looking over the bowl. The brush along the stream ditch gave a cat cover near the e-caller, but snow patches all around it gave me hope that I would see any cougar before it reached the cover.
After an hour it was too dark to see a cougar anywhere except on the more open snow patches, all of which were peppered with stumps and brush. I got up and walked carefully down the rough slick ground to pick up the e-caller. When I was a step from the call and starting to bend down to pick it up, a cat snarled to my right, less than 40 feet from me. The sound came from the brushy stream ditch where a pile of logging debris 8 feet high was grown up in brush as well. The sound startled me and I straightened, not yet registering what it was, and then it snarled again, louder.
Yep, that sound prompts adrenaline rush and skin spikes.
It was more snarl than growl. It started with a medium loud owl-like hoo that morphed seamlessly without any stop in the sound into a classic cat snarl that got louder and drawn out a bit. It sounded like a deeper version of an alley cat threatening a rival that he was looking at. The second time it was all snarl, kind of growly at the end.
My guess is that the cat, a cougar, had sneaked close to the e-caller without me seeing it and was sitting there watching it unaware that a man was looking on from 75 yards away. When I got up and approached, the cat watched until I started to pick it up. Then he voiced his displeasure, probably because he considered the call and decoy his prey and he did not like anyone taking it away from him.
I tried to see him of course to no avail. If the footing had not been so bad I would have circled to look for tracks in the snow with a flashlight, but at my age it was not worth the effort.
O22: Stevens County, WA Slagiatt
After getting word that most northeast Washington units would be closing for cougar after December 31st, a friend and I decided to try to call one in on the 30th.
There is an area where deer winter in some big timber down low, and move into private land to eat cattle feed at night. A big draw with a moderate amount of timber and brush runs up from the deer wintering area. I have seen 3 cougars here in the past few years, but failed to get a shot at any of them. In the snow cougar tracks are abundant in the area.
We hiked in the longer, steeper way in order to approach the draw from the south side, which offers the best view to see animals moving through the brush. There was about a foot of snow on the ground. We passed two different sets of cougar tracks on the way up to our calling location.
After about a 3 hour hike we reached the spot. My friend set up on the ridge where he would have a birds eye view of anything coming in to my calling. I dropped down into the draw and found a big fir tree that I could hide under and call. The odds of me getting a shot were poor due to having poor visibility from my hiding place, but I felt the most important thing was for me to be hidden so that a cat would have to approach pretty close before it could bust me, giving the shooter an opportunity.
I started calling with a closed reed rabbit distress, pretty steadily, but not too aggressively. I kept my movement to a bare minimum, and scanned the little bit of brush I could see through the small openings in the fir limbs, ready to shoot if the opportunity came up. After about 30 minutes of calling, right at noon, I heard a rifle shot from my friends position. Having not seen what he shot at I kept calling. My guess was that, after 30 minutes, odds were if he shot something it would have been a lion or bobcat, rather than a coyote.
I kept calling for a few minutes, wondering what happened, when I heard my hunting partner whistle. He hollered down that he had shot a lion and it ran into the brush. Not knowing how well he hit it, he wanted to stay on the ridge ready to shoot again in case I pushed it out.
The blood trail wasn't good, but I jumped the cat out of its bed not 50 yards from where it was shot. I knew if it bedded down that quick it was hit hard, so I pulled out and we waited about 45 minutes, watching to make sure it didn't sneak out.
We both went down after that and found the cat dead not 20 feet from where I jumped it. It was a beautiful healthy female, about 110 lbs. Our one and only cougar hunt of the season was a real success.
O23 & 24 Ken/Cheney Wa.
O23 - I was hunting the west side of the Pend d' Oreille river in Washington state, during the muzzle loader elk and deer seasons. I brought my call with me to do some calling when the elk and deer hunting seemed "slow". I was really more focused on calling in a bear than a cougar. The day I saw this cougar I had hunted deer and elk hard all day, done some calling, and no luck in either department.
I returned to my camper which was parked on an old skid/log road. This skid road, and a power-line road meet in a "V", kind of, and I was camped at the top of the "V". I had taken off my pack, and pistol belt inside the camper, my rifle was outside. I sat down to rest in a lawn-chair, in front of my truck, and was having a drink and just cooling off. There was a fairly steep, brushy hill behind me, and a small patch of woods, maybe 100 yards at best between the skid road and the power line road.
To my left, and uphill, I heard a tremendous crashing in the brush. As someone was running cows in the area, I thought sure it was a cow or calf getting tangled up in the brush. I could hear thumping and hooves. I expected a cow to come out of the brush and onto the skid road, but it then got very silent. About three minutes later an extremely huge, grey colored cougar stepped into the road about 25 yards from me. He turned away from me and began walking down the road, stopped and looked at me, but as I was sitting in a chair I don't think he recognized me as a human. This is the biggest cat I've ever seen, in any picture. His tail looked twenty feet long. And he was grey. He didn't look very heavy-bodied, more on the lean side, but giant and long.
After he dropped out of sight, the road went down hill from me, I grabbed my pistol belt (keep my rifle ammo on my pistol belt) and rifle, hurried over to the power line road, and went down it in the same direction as the cougar as fast and as quietly as I could, until I come to where the hill had been logged a few years ago and was still pretty clear, hoping to get a shot at him.
I didn't see him, so I hunted my way back up the skid road to my truck/camper, and did not see him. When I got back, I grabbed my call and went down to where the hill is somewhat clear again, and sat down and started calling with the fawn in distress. After 25 minutes I broke my 40 minute rule, and said to myself: "this is dumb, that cat surely saw me and is long gone". About ten minutes into calling, I did hear something to my left, but decided it was a squirrel or bird. So I turned off the call and waited five minutes. I stood up, and looked around a bit. I took one step forward, and the bushes to my left, about 15 yards away absolutely exploded, like ten guys were shaking them, and this big grey cat leaps out, across the skid road, and up the bushy hill. I was right on the line between where it had been logged, and where it was bushy, lots of trees, and thick.
Threw my rifle up to my shoulder, but he was gone. Then he breaks cover to my right, and starts running up a game trail that goes up the hill, where it's fairly clear. Tried to get the sights on him, but he was running and zigging and zagging, and going in and out of bushes. So, no cigar, and I've been beating myself up over it ever since. I think he was within minutes of walking onto the road and up to the call. Should have waited for 40 minutes no matter what.
O24 A couple of weeks or so after seeing the big grey cat, I went up North to the other, or East side of the Pend d' Oreille river to hunt turkey on the last day of early fall turkey season, October 31st. But I took my call to do some calling also.
I normally hunt almost exclusively with flintlocks, but that day I took my Savage 24V over-under combination gun, with a .30-30 barrel over a 20 gauge shot barrel. That way if I called something in, I'd have a rifle, and if I saw a turkey I'd have a shotgun. Also, when calling I can load the shotgun barrel with a slug and have a quick back up shot. (which I forgot to do) About mid-day I stopped to call at the bottom of an old clear cut where I often see plenty of bear sign and cougar tracks. In fact this area that I hunt is pretty much crawling with cougar, judging by the tracks when it snows, or the old log roads get muddy.
I used both the cotton tail and jack rabbit calls, and again was really more focused on a bear. About 25 minutes into the calling, I added the jackrabbit to the cottontail, and at that moment a nice three year old tom cougar stepped out of the ferns and into a clear area where my call was under some weeds and grass. He began approaching the call, I decided he was big enough, and hit him with the .30-30. He was 30 yards away, and dropped instantly. Then it looked like he was going to crawl forward, so I hit him again with another .30-30 round. Both were good shots and hit within about five inches of each other. Both shots through the lungs.
I never got the shakes or anything like that, but I sure was excited. That single-shot sure reloaded it's self fast. And I'll admit I was very "careful" when I approached him and made sure he was dead. I've never eaten cougar before, but it's true, best meat ever!
O25 - Eric - Western Washington
Because I am hunting in low land logging country in Thurston County there isn’t much opportunity for hunting in snow, so I have been calling blind .
I finally connected last Sunday. I was hunting behind a locked gate on my bike. The wind was calm so the plan was to work my way along calling every mile or so. I was hunting in 25 year old timber. I had a large Tom come into a fawn in distress call about 7 minutes in.
When I first saw the cat it was walking broad side. I immediately shut the call off, and it stopped, facing me, about 40 yards away .All I could see was part of his head through the ferns. After a minute or more I turned the call back on for about 2 seconds . The cat came closer and stopped again as soon as the call quit. Now I can see all of the head and some of the body. My heart was pounding! The fear of having it get away was unlike anything I have experienced!
As I tried to keep my composure, I was evaluating anything that could deflect the shot. After what seemed like another couple of minutes I turned the call on again for about a second the cat took a couple of steps down hill and stopped. Now I could see the entire body facing me. I committed to the shot... I brought the rifle up and put the cross hairs at the base of the tail. I kept coming down till I got to the top of the head and shot. I hit it in the fore head at 34 yards and it went straight down.
I estimate the cats weight to be about 140 pounds . The hide measured a little over 8 feet nose to tail without stretching it.
Edit: Great story to demonstrate how cats like the sound playing in order to move! Not universal, but VERY typical!
O-26 - Elkslayer - Hunting-Washington.Com, NE Washington State
This was the 9th set this year where I specifically targeted
cougars. Generally I like to cut a fresh track and follow it for a mile or so
then set up and call rather than just cold calling, but I've tried them all.
I've included a photo of the area that we killed this cat at and
did my best at marking it up so you can see how things played out.
About an hour later we returned to track the cat and set up for a
call session. I dropped him off on the county road where the tracks were, about
50yds before the north entrance to the property and told him I would pull in the
north entrance and park the truck and then meet up with him. As soon as I got
out of the truck he was hollering at me that he'd found lots of tracks and even
a bed where it had been laying. I met up with him and sure enough there was a
very used bed along with tracks from several different days coming and going.
There was also a very fresh set of tracks where the cat had just jumped up out
of the bed and took off. We started following the tracks to the east and it
became very obvious that the cat was very aware that we were following it. The
snow had a crust on top so staying quiet was impossible, you could see where the
cat would stop and turn around to watch his back trail and then take off running
again. We tracked it a short distance down to where it crossed the road and I
figured that it would be a lost cause to attempt calling it in since it knew it
was being pursued. We walked back to the truck and scratched it off as a loss.
I wanted to post Elkslayer's whole story here, because it's a GREAT representation of knowing the area, knowing the pattern, and knowing how to approach and set up without disturbing the cat. It was there, they went in unnoticed, set up like prey, let the cat have the advantage, and there it was. Great teaching chronicle here!
O-27 - PhotoHunter- California
Really cool story!
O-28 - Paul - Oregon
Spring of 2015. My friend and I were out looking for elk sheds and spotted two cougars on our drive in. We broke the number one rule and did not have a rifle with us for the day. We watched the pair just disappear in the hills. I was determined to come back and try calling.
Calling coyotes has always been a hobby of mine, so I figured I would try for a big cat. That night I read all I could find on the internet about strategy and came across the rain-shadow site.
I returned to the location in the dark the next morning and parked a couple miles out so I would not scare them out again. It was very open desert country in Eastern Oregon so I wanted to approach the stand in the dark. I walked in to a location where we saw a group of deer feeding the previous day and set the foxpro in some brush in the bottom of a draw.
The call sequence started with lightning jack and I mixed in some cougar whistles. After about half an hour, I was bored and figured it wouldn’t happen, so I started throwing about every rabbit distress call I had out there and mixed in whistles with it. At around 45 minutes I spotted a female at about 100 yards from the call running straight in. She just appeared out of nowhere. (I incorrectly figured I would be able to see one coming for a quarter mile in the open country!)
The cougar slowed at about 20 yards from the call and stopped. This was about 70 yards from me, and I was in the gun, ready for the shot. I hit high in the back and the cat whirled to run. I was shook up bad but still managed to get a follow up shot into the animal.
First big cat a 110 lb female.
O-29 - Paul Oregon
December of 2015. Because of my first success I was confident calling cougars worked, and decided to try a canyon I had always seen big cat tracks while elk hunting.
I again went in the dark, with enough time to walk in to my set, and get ready by first light. I was cold calling the area, which definitely is not ideal, but I had consistently seen tracks here in the past and was hoping my timing was right. (As a side note, I cold call a lot without success, but you have to be persistent.)
So I set up and started calling with fawn in distress on the foxpro, at first shooting light. I was in a mohagany patch, with a fir canyon below me. The opening was only about 30 yards long and I set up side hill with a rock at my back. I expected the cat to come from up the canyon.
Coyotes were sounding off in the distance and I expected that is probably what I would call in.
About every 5 minutes I would pause the distress call and throw on two or three cougar whistles. Right around 30 minutes, with waning jack playing, I saw movement below me and thought it was probably one of the coyotes coming. I was going to hold strong and not shoot a coyote, but I got ready anyway.
The cougar popped into the opening from below me and was going directly for the call. I was ready and because I was only about 15 yards away, I took a moving shot.
The cat instantly lept in the air and landed in about a ten foot tall mahogany just down the hill. It scrambled out and down the hill. I was confident I had hit it well, but it did not seem the least bit slowed. I had two follow up shots as it went down the hill, but was not confident in those.
I followed it down to thick brush finding blood along the way. It was here I decided to give it some time. After 15 minutes I went through the brush and into the next clearing where the cat was lying dead near the bottom of the draw.
At check in with ODFW the male cat weighed in at 165#s. I got lucky with a cold call in a known hotspot.
O-30 - Paul - Oregon
April of 2017. Again we were out looking for elk sheds in the spring, and my dad came back to the ranger telling us he had jumped a cougar in a mahogany stand. He had a 45 pistol with him, but it was there and gone so fast he did not shoot. I was convinced to get the call and come back in the morning. My dad wanted to come along and I was hoping he could get a cougar.
We drove in to the base of the ridge in the dark. We had a good hike up the hill to get where I wanted to set up. I scoured google earth the night before and thought I knew where the cat would go. We made it to a small clearing in the mahogany with a big rock pile above us and a fir stand running along the north side of the ridge.
I put the call in a bush at the edge of the clearing and we were about 40 yards downhill from it. I started with the foxpro cougar whistles for about a minute. This is longer than I wanted, but I think my batteries in the remote were low and it took some time to shut it off. The foxpro cougar whistles do not sound right to me, but have worked on my other cats, so I went with it. Next I switched to a jackrabbit distress (I can’t remember which one) and it had only played for about 10 minutes when I spotted movement from above us.
I looked over to my right and my dad was looking into the fir stand at our right side. I could not get his attention and didn’t want to move or make any sound. I got into my gun when the cat went through a little low spot and it came to a stop at the edge of the opening. I had a great shot and took it.
The cat went instantly backwards and laid there. It then rolled up and began running to the left. I have found that cougars have an amazing spark to them and can be hit very well and still run up to 100 yards before dying. My dad insisted on only bringing in a shotgun with buckshot, so it worked in our favor here. He was able to get a follow up shot in and the cat rolled at about 60 yards out.
It was a young male and weighed in at 115 lbs at check in.
O31- Stevens County, WA Slagiatt
On December 5th I went up to my favorite deer hunting area to try to call in a lion. I had made around 8 attempts to call one since I finished deer hunting for the year, and so far I had only managed to get 1 coyote. (This area has plenty of lion activity, and they really raise hell on the deer herd.)
A: Third Category:
"Accidental" (Surprise!) Call-Ins!
A1 Hunting-Washington member "Missing," Central Washington Cascades:
So on New Years day my son and I were working on our house, and about mid afternoon we decided to go out and do a quick set for coyote or bobcat, it was about 2:30 so we knew we would only have time for 1 or 2 setups.
200 yards from the truck, we dropped off the road about 20 yards and set up looking north were we could see about 150 yards through scattered timber. My son set up against a good sized fir tree and I set up against a small blow down we were about 25 yds apart. I set my fox pro and mojo critter in a small opening about 20 yds in front of me. This looked like a real nice place to set up. We had good visibility, some thick brush for bobcats on both sides in the bottom of the draw and about 6" of fresh snow from earlier that day. I looked at my watch and it was 3:45 so I new we would only have time for that one set.
I did 3 sets of howls about 1 minute apart and waited. Several deer moved out of the brush below us and moved off quickly. I turned the fox pro on to a rabbit distress and let it go for about 5 minutes. Then I changed to a higher pitched rabbit call and let it run for about 5 minutes.
I was just ready to change sound again and did a last sweep of the area and nothing yet, as I looked to my right something told me I needed to look behind me. I slowly turned my head, and sitting on the edge of the road is a lion! Just 17 yards away! From the angle I am fairly sure he was looking over my shoulder at the mojo critter.
I slowly turned back around and got my sons attention to look up the hill, but from his angle he could not see the cat because it was behind a tree. As I turned around again he was now focused on me because of all of the movement. I knew it would be a good idea to have the business end of the rifle pointed in his direction as I am sure he was looking for a late afternoon snack. I think he figured that I was bigger than what he had heard screaming and stood up wheeled around and headed back into the timber following his own tracks.
As I stood up my son says, "What was it?"
I said, "It was a lion!" He gave me that 'yeah right' look. (You know the one
your kids give you). So we both headed up the hill to the road still about 20
yds apart. I went right to where the cat was crouched and my son came down the
road and met me there. Low and behold, a fresh set of cat tracks! That is the
first time I have called in a lion, and wouldn't you know... it was 1 day after
the season closed! But still a great day of calling
This won't be the last "sitting behind me" story, I assure you!
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A2 Weasel, of weaselbrandgamecalls.com, a couple of Night Hunts:
I was on my way home from a family barbeque. It was in the early 1970's. I had my wife and two small kids with me. Of course I had my rifle, a Ruger Model 77 chambered in 22-250. I also had a spotlight and my predator calls. I decided that since I was driving through some prime predator country that I would squeeze in a couple of quick stands. The kids were asleep and I knew that even if I shot right next to the car they wouldn't wake up.
I stopped in a likely looking spot for bobcats. I started my usual series on the Circe handcall. It had originally been voiced as a cottontail, but I tuned a reed to get a little deeper, but much raspier sound.
After several series on the call I picked up a set of eyes in the spotlight. At first the animal was too far away to identify it. It strolled in at a fairly consistent pace only stopping occasionally for a few seconds before proceeding toward me. At some point between 100 and 200 yards I started thinking I had a lion coming in, but still wasn't sure it wasn't a curious deer. Once it got within 100 yards I could clearly see that it was indeed a lion.
At one point 50 to 75 yards away the lion sat down. I held the cross-hair on the middle of it's chest and squeezed the trigger. The lion jumped skyward and nearly flipped over backward. It gained it's feet and ran back the way it had come in. Now the very stupid part...........I didn't have a flashlight. My wife held the spotlight for me as I walked out to see if I could find the cat. I couldn't.
I took off work the next day and went back to where I had shot the lion. I found hair and tracks, but no blood. It was rocky terrain and I followed the tracks as far as I could. I spent most of the day inspecting every likely travel route or hiding spot the cat may have taken or been in. I never found that cat.
Another night hunt in the early 70's. This time I was with my cousin. We were calling in a similar area as the first cat, but we were over 50 miles away from the first spot. I was using the same Circe call. This lion came in nearly the same way the first lion did. The difference was that the hillside this cat was on was more open and the cat stopped at over 100 yards out. I knew it would be a chip shot and took it.
This lion dropped and started rolling down the hill. I thought for sure it was stone dead. All of a sudden the cat was up and running along the side of the hill. I didn't get a shot off before the cat made cover. We didn't find any evidence of a hit, but I know I hit it.
I was shooting Sierra 55 grain Varmiters out of my 22-250. I suspected at that point that I wasn't using enough bullet.
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A3 PM Member Snakefarm250, Night calling after a Texas archery deer hunt :
After Saturday evening's deer hunt we decided to make a couple calling stands before going to bed. This deer lease is bowhunting only until December for deer (the lease members made this rule it is not state law). After I suggested we go calling, my buddy said "Fine, but you have to use your bow". I said, "Whatever it takes!" and we drove to a familiar area where we have called before.
After getting situated in the back of the truck, I set my E-call on top of the truck and turned it on. It blinked low battery and died instantly. Since the other guys had their hands full, I was forced to call and shoot. I figured we would be lucky to get a predator into bow range, much less shoot it but we had to try.
After just two minutes of calling my light man tapped me on the shoulder. Something was coming in. I handed him the call, and picked up my bow, ready to shoot whatever stepped out. I heard him whisper, "Its a cat, It's a cat!" The adrenaline began to flow as I thought how awesome it would be to shoot a bobcat with a bow on camera. We lost the eyes in the brush and he quickly panned the light back and forth until we saw a cat step out at 10yds. Nick's voice cracked as he said "It's a lion!"
I quickly came to full draw, but just before I could shoot it turned back into the brush leaving me at full draw. My camera guy whispered, "Get the gun!" The gun was unloaded and in the front seat of the truck. I hopped out of the truck and a chill went down my back as I scrambled to load the gun and climb back into the back of the truck.
At this point the cat had made it to 75yds and was in the thickest brush you have ever seen. The light man continued to call for 45min and the cat finally came 5 ft closer. I rested the 22-250 on his shoulder and found the glowing eyes in the light. He said "You better shoot, he's had enough." Putting the crosshairs between the eyes I tried to get steady for the most important shot of my life. As the crack of the rifle echoed up and down the river, I thought I heard the smack that every hunter hopes for.
We walked into the brush armed with a 9mm and a tiny hat light, and we were both nervous as heck. The brush was so thick we couldn't see 3yds in front of us. We finally saw hair and a long tail and the celebration began.
It was a female cat, shot right in the eye. I cannot begin to express how grateful and excited I am right now. I am 23yrs old and have come to the realization that there is a good chance I will never see, much less shoot a mountain lion again.
Now THAT was a great surprise Call-in! Gotta love Texas!
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A4 PM member Jitterbug, an unrealized sighting in CO :
We started out the stand with Jackrabbit in distress and gave the Coyotes 15 or so minutes. My buddy was designated camera man and had gotten some footage of the previous Coyote. Unbeknownst to the shooters, the camera man saw “something” crossing in front of him about 200 yards out, so he quickly got the video into action. As usually happens he only saw the critter for a few seconds before it walked behind a good sized Pinion tree and, expecting it to come out the other side, he readied the camera and patiently video’d but it never came out the other side.
At the end of the stand, skeptical and not sure of what he’d just seen, the camera operator quickly showed the video in playback mode to our partner, who quickly dismissed it as a Coyote. I didn’t even bother to look at it assuming he’d seen an uncooperative Coyote, and was anxious to get in another two or three stands so we could call one in for our new hunter who hadn't ever taken one.
We went on to make another two stands and
noted there was surprisingly little Coyote sign in the area, which we would have
easily seen with the 4” of fresh snow.
Later that night in the motel, the camera man, still wondering what he’d seen and videoed, showed me the video on the little camera screen, I quickly glanced at the poor quality video and dismissed it as a deer.
Several days later, my camera man calls and excitedly tells me the mystery critter in the video is a lion, I’m somewhat skeptical. But he had hooked the camera up to his wide screen TV and he said without a doubt it was a lion. He came over last night and hooked it up to my TV, yep, no doubt about it. Even though it’s 175-200 yards out, there is no mistaking the characteristics of Mountain Lion, I can tell by the size of the vegetation, it’s a large one, and it appears to be a large Tom.
We had worked hard, drove far and made around 15 stands in two days, so calling in just the one Coyote was a little disappointing, especially when you have an out of state hunter and want to produce for him, but we enjoyed the hunt, the beautiful country and good camaraderie, and the uninvited guest in the video made for a very pleasant surprise!
Great story, Thanks
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A5 Weasel, Of weaselbrandgamecalls.com. Coyote stand produces another cat sitting behind the hunters!
My regular partner and I made a stand for coyotes in N. AZ. I was running Utah Jack, sound #233 on my Foxpro. We didn't see anything and I called the stand off after 20-30 minutes.
Walking back to the truck my partner spotted lion tracks on the trail we had walked in on. My partner is an expert tracker so he decided to see where this lion had come from and where he had gone.
He found tracks in our tracks so we knew the lion had come in while we were calling. He followed the tracks to a spot right behind where I was sitting. The cat had snuck in and snuck away without us ever knowing it was there.
Funny thing is....my partner carries a camera and seldom if ever carries a gun. I was the only one with a gun on that stand. It turns out that the cat had come out of a rugged canyon that was behind us. After walking up behind me the cat made a loop and went back down into the same canyon.
Still not the last "sitting behind me" story...
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A6 Krustyklimber, Washington State :
I was calling in the snow, without
worrying who might show up, and found cougar tracks over my own, when I got up
to leave, where I was "followed" to where I sat, and was "watched" from 10 yards
or so away.
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A7 NPHA Member DAA, on 4 Call-Ins he's had while Coyote hunting :
Never saw it. The tracks say it walked up behind us during the stand and sat about ten yards behind my partner for awhile before walking away. Just like with coyotes, I wish there was some way of knowing how many we have called in but will never know about.
Over the last several years, that one (picture of tracks) , and three others that were seen, all came to the Foxpro playing the same jackrabbit distress sound. Two sat on their haunches out in front of us at slam dunk range - would have been EASY kills. The third did not come any closer than about 400 yards and was fidgeting around quite a bit, I'm not sure I would have even taken that shot even if I had a tag.
All were while trying to call coyotes. All in mixed Pinion/Juniper and Sage terrain. And of course, because they came in on coyote stands, all came in within less than 10 minutes.
Who knows how many would have come in at 20 minutes! Great pic, thanks!
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A8 Okanagan, Whitetail Hunting Call-in :
A friend and I were rattling for whitetails in a foggy dawn when a cougar came in to the sound. We had set up on a flat of scattered brush surrounded by timber. Old patchy snow lay on grassy strips that wandered between islands of waist high buck brush. The snow had melted and frozen so many times it was crunchy hard and covered a half inch deep with crystal hoarfrost flakes. A mouse couldn’t move silently on the snow patches.
Several minutes into our stand I heard something big walk a step or two on the snow out to my left front. This went on with long pauses of silence, a large animal edging closer. I kept straining to see a buck in the fog. My partner caught my eye and pointed silently at the sound. He heard it also.
It came to the nearest patch of brush, stayed silent awhile and retreated the way it had some, slightly faster and quieter on the retreat. By this time a half hour had oozed by. We kept calling till the 45 minute mark and then walked to the location of the nearest sound. Fresh cougar tracks in the hoarfrost showed his approach and retreat. He’d come within 40 feet.
Thanks for that, Okanagan, it's good to get one of those stories. You hear so often of them coming in to turkey calling, elk calling, and deer calling...
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A9 24hourcampfire member macrabbit, Central California:
I went up into the hills today to verify some zeros before the trip, stopped at a favorite spot to call up a coyote. I squallered for something less than a minute, and then within thirty seconds I had a cougar at twenty feet. And the only reason it stopped there was because I waved my hands and spoke to it.
I'd thought at first that it was one of the occasional bobcats that come in, but got myself corrected quickly. It came in at a steady walk, not particularly intent. It didn't seem to really see me until my movements. I was in blue jeans and green shirt, sitting against an oak trunk in a sea of dried wild oats.
So it stopped and just stood there looking at me while I made conversation (and unlimbered my .45, just in case). But then its ears went flat and it sank down two inches! At that I stood up and said some nasty things to it. It still just stood there, twenty dang feet away. I wasn't quite comfortable with the situation, so I dumped a .45 a few feet behind it. Not much reaction, but it began to amble away at an angle. I sent another round under its tail to reinforce my position, and at that it left at a slow trot. I followed it, at a sane distance, and made sure that it was gone for good.
Kinda ruined my coyote setup, though.
I'm no expert, but I'm thinking that it wasn't a full-grown specimen. And it sure wasn't roly-poly fat. I guess it, too, has noticed that our deer population isn't what it once was.
Thanks so much for that story, macrabbit! Ever wonder how they'll react when you want them to leave? Well....... !!!
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A10 24hour Campfire Member Keith, Baja Mexico:
A friend and I were down in Baja Mexico at
the Bay of Los Angles calling coyotes in 1989. We stopped at a trash dump
outside of town and made a decision to make a stand to see if we could call some
You ain't kiddin'! Read on...
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A11 NPHA member cmiddleton, Wyoming.
My brother set me up with a ranch hand preacher whos name is Steve. He has been asking my brother to take him out and teach him to call coyotes. My brother told him he would have me do it as I'm the most dedicated caller he knows.
I stopped by his house on Thursday night to meet him and see if we could locate some with howls. We howled from the barn and sure enough we got some responses from across the creek. We planed to set up on the coyotes in the morning.
I met him at daylight, and we walked up the creek. We set up on the fence line planning on pulling the coyotes out into the open with howls and a rizzo decoy I named "Max."
I opened up with a locate lone howl, no answer. I tried female invitations on the fox pro. Nothing. Then I went to pup in distress for 20 minutes, still nothing. Well the night before the coyotes never answered until I used the challenge, so I started challenging on my tally ho, and mixed in some rabbit with the little green reaper call.
All of a sudden I got two loud long grrroughs then a cough, like "gruf" "gruf" "gruf" repeated every 3 or 4 seconds. The lion came through the brush and looked at Max, and then turned and left, still doing the cough "gruf's" the whole time.
No tag and closed season.
No coyotes came in or sounded off, so the hunt was a bust, but it was still one of my most thrilling of my life... one I'll never forget!
I called to Max, but he is one spoiled
coyote... he never comes when I call him, and he makes me carry him back to the
truck every time to boot!
A11b (cmiddleton, again) Back in 91 or 92, I had a rancher call and want me to knock down some coyotes where his sheep were grazing. He had lost 14 head in one night.
I went in well before day light and tried to locate the coyotes with the howler, no answers.
I called several good stands with no takers.
My calling partner and I gave it our all with no takers. I was completely confused.
We set up where two small streams join together. I set up in some buck brush and he set up around the corner of the hill 30 yrds away. I made a great deer in distress with a johnny stewart grunt call. I wish I could find that call again, I'd buy it for sure.
I called for 20 minutes when I heard a LOUD SCREAM then "BOOM!"
I stood up and looked at my partner, and said "Bobcat?"
He said "MOUNTAIN LION!"
I looked behind me and there it was 20 feet away.
Game and fish were called, and they
initially wrote him up for no tag and closed area, but after investigating they
decided it was a threat to me and he shot it to protect me. (Which is what
happened.) They said that by the bullet hole through both shoulder blades, they
could tell the lion was crouched and ready to pounce on the funny looking deer
in the brush. (Me!) When my partner went to court, they went ahead and dropped
all the charges.
Great stories... sounds like Wyoming Creek Bottoms can produce when the Coyotes go quiet!
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A12 MADMAX, Hunting-Washington.com
I decided to head over to Tarboo lake near Quilcene and call coyotes. I've gone there a lot over the years. I parked in my same old spot and went in to the same old stump that I've killed a few coyote's from and also missed the shot on the bobcat, it's a sweet set up. I hunt in the bigger timber and call where the timber corner meets the clear-cut and the doghair. So I get down to my stump and start checking things out for the setup. I saw some tracks that I thought were bobcat due to their size. I thought to myself, "Cool, bobcats are still here."
I got all comfy and put my headnet on and started my calls, I call for 1 hour at a time, and about 5 minutes apart, and try and stay real still except for moving my head. I gave a few squeals, and notice a woodpecker fly over in front of me working on a blowdown tree. This is good... it's making the squeaking noises woodpeckers make, and I'm thinking it will draw anything that comes in towards it. So I wait a few minutes and call again.
I stopped calling, swept my head back and
forth and back again, then all of sudden I see it!
I don't want it getting closer, it was at about 50 yards, so I pick up the mini 14 and put the peep on it... Bang! I got it! Head shot!
I run over to and check it out. Just to
make sure I pop it again in the chest. Dead kitty.
The cougar turned out to be 110 lbs. and
seven and half feet long. I look at the rug everyday and she was excellent
eating. I used a burnham bros C-3 reed shoved in the end of 8 inches of auto
Some may be surprised I left the place name in this story... I did it on purpose. Tarboo is a 5 mile dirt road into one of my favorite lowland fishing lakes, it's mostly public/timber company land all the way in, and it's very heavily traveled. (Hunters, Fishermen, Dirt Bikers, Partiers [with their rotten stinking filthy booze and trash], Shooters, Photographers, Picnic groups, and many others...) It just goes to show, you just never know! Great story madmax!
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A13 Hunting Washington Member JamieB:
I had been riding a gated road, glassing clear cuts looking for bear and I checked the two trail cams I have up in the area.
There's this one cut up on the side of a ridge that I've been seeing a lot of deer in all summer, a few good bucks. The road side hills right through the middle of the cut. This cut is 4 or 5 yards old, about a mile long and 600 yards wide, not to brushy looking down from the road, mostly dry grass about 4 feet tall.
I Set up around 30 feet below a wide corner in the road, sat on the ground, leaned back against a stump and called off and on for around 20 minutes. I was using a Johnny Stewart cotton-tail in distress. I like this call, it is just raspy enough but not too much. I started out as loud as I can blow that call, about two minutes of loud, fast and sorta erratic, changing the sound with my hands over the end of the call. I don't have a set pattern to my calling, just call for a couple of minutes then glass for a few, call some more and keep repeating until I cant sit still anymore, then move on.
It had been a few minutes since my last calling, and I just put the bino's down when I saw movement to my left in the grass. I thought it was a deer trying to sneak past my up the hill at first. Turns out, the cat came up the hill until even with me, and turned towards me and stepped out of the tall grass at 30 yards.
He saw my as soon as I saw him. My
rifle was sitting across my legs, my right hand on it so it came up as soon as
my brain registered cougar. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, more than
enough time for me to make a good shot... if the season had been open! After a
couple of seconds he turned straight away from me and it was only one leap and
he was out of my sight. I stood up hoping to get a look at him out in the clear
cut farther but he didn't go down the ridge so I didn't see him again.
Cat Shows Up On a Bear Stand! Great Story,
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A13 Okanagan, Vancouver Island, BC:
We called a cougar this week and watched it for 11 minutes inside of 30
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A14 AO, Southern Oregon
Some good observations to be made in this story. Thanks AO.
A15 Cory, Oregon
Slightly over a year ago, I was contacted by my father, who lives in Indiana.
He told me the that he was going to get into predator hunting. Specifically, he
was going to start hunting coyotes in Indiana. As he always does, he did
research on what kind of an electronic caller he should purchase, and bought a
really expensive one. He immediately went out and started calling in coyotes and
shooting them in Indiana.
A16 DS: OregonSeveral years ago while November muzzleloader elk hunting in the Santiam Unit of Oregon I saw a cougar.
John and I had a dozen elk spooked off the ridge above us, running past me down the hill. I walked the overgrown skid trail up the ridge to the top, then started cow calling. John went the other direction to the upper end of this same ridge.
The cougar was crouching behind a shoulder high douglas fir tree twitching it’s tail about 25 yards away. It took me about a second to “see” the cougar thru the tree. It was facing me ready to pounce. By the time I cocked the hammer on the 58 cal rifle, raised it and aimed, the cougar was flying thru the air off to my right. I never got a shot. It disappeared into the dark timber from the reprod patch we were hunting.
My partner was up the ridge several hundred yards and heard me plainly, shouting “get down here now”. I wanted him to go into the dark timber with me. He grabbed my arm, telling me it was “Miller Time” and we should head back to camp a few miles away.
Guess the cow call sort of works on cats.
A17 Hunter JASNT
I was elk hunting and had
just moved camp to the opposite side of the draw.
A18 Matt /Predator Masters Member - Colorado
I was Turkey Hunting here in Colorado a few years back on the Front Range. I drove approximately 35 minutes from my house to a spot that I had been seeing lots of Turkey sign. When I got to the spot where I was going to park I saw another guy had beaten me to it. I figured I would try to get around him and go in deeper so I wouldn't mess up his hunt.
I walked a logging road down that was in between 2 ridges and it led down to a canyon. I thought I would walk down the road call and see if I could get reaction gobble. I walked the road and used my box call every 80-100 yards. I walked to the end where there was private land, had a snack and started walking back the direction I came in. As I was walking back I did the same thing - called every 80-100 yards.
As I was about a quarter of a mile from where I had parked I could hear the other hunter calling on top. I got to a point of the road where you could look down in between the ridges to the canyon. As I looked down I could see a Cougar standing about 40 yards a way from me looking through the grass and I froze. The cat calmly turned around and ran up the other side of the ridge not making a single sound when he ran off.
The cat had to of followed me out of the canyon beside the road and I had spotted him when I got in between the lion and the other hunter. I have been back to that area several times to try to call a mountain lion in without any luck.
I think this year I will try with one of Rainshadow's calls!
A19: Matt /Predator Masters Member - Colorado
Bringing out new hunters is something that I really enjoy. I love to share the experiences that I have and hope its something they will eventually do themselves.
My buddy, who I had taken out a few times Turkey Hunting that year, was having a blast and really getting into it. We were going to try out a new area that I hadn't been to but thought it was worth checking out. I figured we would get in there mid day and look around to see if we could find any sign. It was an area where we would have to cross a river and hike in so I knew not a lot of other people were as crazy as I was to do that.
We got across the river at approximately 11am and started to hike through this huge canyon. It was an area that didn't have a lot of cover due to a fire 15 or so years back. As we were walking I was calling every 100 yards to see if I could get a reaction on the other side of the canyon where I figured turkeys had gone for the day. My buddy had a different idea and thought we should split up and go check out the other side. I kept explaining to him that we needed to stay together in case we were in a calling scenario and the turkey would lock up out of range. The discussion quickly turned into an argument and I kept going up hill while he lagged behind me 100 yards back.
He stopped to sit on some rocks where I had lasted called. I motioned to him that we should get on top to see if there was any sign. Once he got up to me we stopped to drink some water. As soon as I took a sip of water I looked down from where we came from saw 3 animals and I thought "Dangit" someone's dogs are following me.
As soon as I thought that it quickly registered in my brain - Lions!!!
They walked out from the other side of the canyon right across the rocks my friend has just been sitting on. If he had not moved 5 minutes earlier he would have had 3 mountain lions on top of him. Since it was a very open burn area we watched them go down into the valley we had walked into where it was very thick brush.
We waited 30 or so minutes and talked about
how we witnessed something not a lot of people see in their lifetime but we
still had to get out of there and our exit was right where we saw the mountain
lions go through. As we were walking out we were trying to make plenty of noise
so we wouldn't surprise the mountain lions when we got to the valley.
Once we got there I looked over about 75 yards there was a mountain lion looking right at us. I didnt see the other two. That one disappeared into the thick stuff and we quickly made it back across the river.
I think it was 2 sub adults that hadn't left their mom and they were looking for a turkey dinner.
My friend still hunts with me to this day and if he says something about going in the opposite direction I give him a hard time reminding him that if he didn't listen to me things might have not of turned out so well for him!
A20: Gunhiker - Foxpro Forums
I was bear hunting with my brother several years ago (2014). With no luck and the sun setting, we decided to see if we could call in a coyote. As I finished a coyote howl, a cougar ran straight at me from around a corner. It stopped right in front of me as I raised my Savage 110 in 270 Winchester. We locked eyes and started a stare-down! My brother was actually closer and jabbed it in the side with his traditions Vortek .50. The cat jumped in the air, landed on his feet and stared at me again! My brother started to stand up with his rifle raised at the cat, and so did I. The cat backed up, turned and ran around the corner. Back up on the Ridge it screamed at us! We were told it would have been justified to shoot it, but it was a small cougar, 2 days before the cougar season started. It was a cool experience anyway!!
A21: Suzie - Wet side of WashingtonThis happened a couple of years ago when my husband and I were hunting blacktail in Western Washington on private timberland.
We were fortunate enough to have a good amount of fresh snow on the ground and a good 4wd vehicle. We drove to a large hill and walked down a road through an area that is a mix of young and medium replanted timber, with thicker timber nearby. The logging road angled off a main road , made a 90 degree turn, then ended in about 120 yards. My husband went to the end of the road and put out some blacktail urine. I set up at the corner in my snow camo with my rifle on shooting sticks, sitting on a stool with a 2 foot tall strip of fabric on tent stakes serving as a blind for my legs so I could move a little but not be seen. Hubby took his bow and went to my right up hill and then down the ridge where the trees were pretty thick but we had seen a lot of deer sign.
I sat there for a couple hours when all of a sudden some movement catches my eye straight ahead of me. It's a cougar sneaking in, crossing the road about 80 yards in front of me in a small dip in the road. As it came out I couldn't believe the length of it! It seemed as if it's head was on one side of the road and the tail was still in the ditch on the other. It had no clue that I was there, it was focused straight ahead, slinking slowly forward. My heart was pounding nearly out of my chest. I got the cat in my scope, aimed and took a shot.
I am pretty certain that I was on my feet before the bullet went the 80 yards. The cat leaped up and turned, it landed facing me. It took a second to stare at me with eyes that seemed to convey both acknowledgement and disgust. Then with one leap it was gone. Immediately after the shot I heard deer snorting and crashing to my immediate right, in the area where my husband was. We had no idea that the deer were there until that moment.
My husband came running back saying" did you get it?" , thinking I had shot at a buck.... all I could do was stammer... "it was HUGE!" before being able to communicate that it had been a cougar. After pulling myself together we walked down and checked the snow and determined that it had been a clean miss. This didn't surprise me since my body seemed to be trying to execute both the fight and flight responses simultaneously, with the flight response having the advantage at that critical moment.
It was such an awesome experience, even though I missed the cat. I will never forget it. Some days it makes me want to put my camo on, get comfortable and sit there and watch and wait, just to see what will happen. It's experiences like this that keep me wanting to go to the woods.
Edit- - I wanted to post this story because it demonstrates the cat's attraction to scent, and to the deer that were responding to the scent as well... Very little talk about the Lion using its nose... but they definitely do!
A22 - Billy Eastern WA
I live just west of Spokane Wa. I was out north west of town in an area usually heavy with coyotes.
As we arrived the snow was just letting up we had 3-4in of fresh powdery snow on the ground. Myself and my hunting partner (17yo daughter) walked to the edge of this shallow canyon. We’d hunted coyotes here previously and always called a couple out of the canyon.
We sat up below this rock ledge about 12-15 ft high and the sun was starting to come up from directly behind us. I set out my fox pro and my motion decoy 30-40 yard out from us. I started out just like we always do volume low we are hunting right beside a sheep ranch so I was using lamb distress call. I ran the call on low for about 2-3 minutes turned it off and waited 5 minutes nothing so I cranked the volume up a bit and played lamb distress again for 2-3 minutes nothing so after waiting for 5 minutes (usually we have a willing coyote here in this amount of time so I thought it was weird) I cranked up the volume and let it run for about 15 min off and on every couple minutes...
... that’s when I saw a shadow out in front of me from the top of the rock wall behind me. As soon as I saw it I knew it was a cougar! I turned the volume down on the call to barely audible and let it run. I saw the shadow sit down, we were literally less than 20 ft from this cougar on the rock behind us. My heart was pounding in my ears.
Here I am with a 17 Rem AR 15 and my daughter and her trusty 204 Ruger. I kind of cranked my head around to look up and I could see the breath and just the tip of the cats muzzle.
That’s when daddy’s panic sat in what if the cat hops off this ledge it’s going be right in our laps. The biggest bullet either of us have is my daughters little 30 grainer in her 204 I have 25 grain bullets in my 17 Rem. So I turned my call off. Then I thought that darn mojo is still going and that is probably what the cat is looking at. We had about a 15min stand off I wasn’t moving my daughter looked like she just saw a ghost me thinking if that cat jumps down here I am giving it all 10 round out of my 17 Rem.
Lo and behold, just as fast
as it appeared it was gone. The shadow just stood up and walked away.
A23 - Customer from Oregon.
A25 - Phil - Spokane WA
I drew a Quality Elk tag for the Blue Mtns. I was out a week ahead of season, during the first week of September. I hiked just off an old skidder road about 500 yards. This was my second spot sitting listen for Elk bugles that day.
It was evening, as dusk was approaching I was sitting on a short stump just off the trail, watching a meadow. Off in the distance in front I could hear two separate elk herds. One a little to the left, and one a little to the right. I thought I might be able to convince a cow or a rag horn bull to come to a calf call. I was in full camo and wearing my HECS suit.
Within 20 minutes I heard foot steps coming down the very dry trail from behind me. I assumed it was another calf or maybe a cow coming to the calf call. Then the foot steps stopped directly to my left. I had my bow across my lap. I slowly turned my head to look and see if I could tell what came down the trail. There was a huge cougar looking right at me through a thin pine tree from about 10’ away! (It seemed to be looking at me saying, "Were is the calf I heard? You’re not a calf!" )
In one motion I stood up and drew my bow and turned back to my left. The cougar took off like a rocket!
In hind sight I should have just drawn my pistol from my hip, I might have gotten a shot off.
Amazing experience! Now I’m trying to learn what I can so I can start calling in these big cats intentionally. Purchased new E-caller and Rain-Shadow call package.
NC: Fourth Catagory:
"Non-Calling" Cougar Hunt (Without Dogs)
NC 1 - Jasnt - Washington
I was out deer hunting my favorite place. I was just setting up on a heavily used saddle crossing when I heard this terrible screaming. The sound kept up almost constant. I had to go check it out. Half mile laterI'm getting close, I can tell its coming from just the other side of this marsh/swampy area at the base of huge hill that I already new is normally 90% surrounded by water.
I sneak up to just 10 yards from the screaming. Now I can tell it's a cat.
I start glassing thru the trees and thick brush and what at first looks like a person peeks out at me from behind a tree. Then it peeks again, and this time it's obvious its a cougar. I pull my rifle up and center my cross hairs and squeeze.
Big cat! It runs up the hill best it can. As I jack another round in I see another cat peaking out at me, this one smaller and looking confused. After a sec it jogs off. I saw where my cat went, so I cross the bog and head up the hill after him.
I'm shooting a 300win mag with 185gr Berger's so I was sure he was toast. I get to the top and no sign of the cat but I thought I spooked a deer off the other side of the hill. So I head back to where I hit him, take off my pack and set down my rifle. I marked the spot on my gps, and started tracking the blood.
With toilet paper as marker, and my 44 on my hip, I headed up again. I get to the top again, and the blood peters out. So I start circling, looking for some sign.
Down the other side I find a track on a mole hill. Down a little farther I find another. So down to the bottom I head. I get all the way down and see that the pond is about dried up, mostly just grass and very thick brush all around the outside edges. I hear a commotion in the brush. I stand there listening and watching but it won't leave the brush. I debate with my self for a bit then decided I owed it to the cougar to put this thing down.
I take a deep breath, say a prayer, draw my 44mag and cock the hammer back. I headed straight in to the brush, right at him, hoping to push him out in to the shorter grass where I could shoot it easy.
The cat charges straight at me, and just barely misses me, as squeeze off again missing him. The cat runs past me, back in the trees, and makes a quick half circle, back into the brush.
I keep after him, and each time I just get a glimpse of him before he runs farther into the brush.
I catch up again, and this time when he charges at me again, I nail him in the spine. Cat stops under a nasty thorny tree, and screams at me. We're 10 ft apart! I check my gun... Oops! I got one round left!
I step to the side with the cat growling and hissing, my heart is pounding. I aimed for the heart (the best I could tell, from my angle) and sqeezed it again. This one hit him hard, and sprawled him out. I could tell he was about gone, so I hiked back up and over the hill to my backpack and rifle.
When I got back to the cat he was still. I poked him with my rifle, and then grabbed his leg and drug him out.
Holy cow! He was bigger than I thought! Heavy too! It was getting dark. I was planning on just skinning him out, but it was so big and heavy I felt I needed to weigh him. So I drug him out to the trail, and half mile back towards the truck, before I decided to call for help. I was mentally and physically drained. It was 8:00pm and I had been in the woods since 5:15am. Still had over a mile to go to get to my truck.
Finally got him home and weighed. He was 134lbs,6'9" long. My first cougar. I didn't think cougars bred in the fall but that's what they where doing.
NC2 - Mark - Nevada
It started when my trapping partner Levi and I where out checking traps. We checked a draw where we had some bobcat traps, and we found a young lion caught in one of our traps. Where we live you can't keep a lion that has been trapped, so we got our choke pole and released the lion from the trap. She was only about a 70 pounds.
I called the game warden and let him know we released the her, as we have to by law. He told me that they had released another one about 8 miles from there. I talked to the ranch boss that runs cows in the BLM country that we where trapping, and he told me that he had seen alot of lion sign in that area in the last couple years, and even had calves killed by them.
Levi and I decided we should go back in there and try to call in a lion. As we where walking into our first stand of the morning, Levi said, "Let's hold up here and glass some of these rock outcroppings for a minute." Sure enough we found a lion laying up under a ledge watching us walk into our stand.
We decided the best thing to do at this time was to split up, and Levi would watch the cat while I made my way into a position to get a shot at it.
I slowly made my way across 2 small draws and up the hill, on the down-wind side of the lion. As I got up to the rocks where we had spotted the him, I tried to figure out the best place to get into position for a shot. I was slowly creeping along the rock outcroppings when I looked over and saw the lion was only about 50 yards from me watching me as I was getting ready to shoot. I pulled my .44 mag out and fired a shot. Low! The lion got up and gave me one more chance... I shot again, and that shot was low too! The lion took off running.
We walked the track out for about 3 miles, studying his movements and tracking him through 6 foot tall brush. That was an experience full of adrenaline, eerie feelings, followed by should have's, and could have's.
(The eerie feelings came when we where tracking it and found where we had been within several feet of the lion in the brush, and it had snuck by us, got up on the hill side, and watched us as we walked around, chasing the tracks, trying to figure out where he went!)
Even though I missed the cat I was excited to get that close to one and track it for a while.
NC3 - Robert - Oregon:
On the last day of Oregon's archery elk season, I was headed up to my usual glassing spot. While walking the road, I bumped a beef calf from his bed in the thick buck brush 20 yards in front of me. When he spooked I saw the top of a cougars tail move right, over the buck brush at 20 yards. I got an arrow knocked and moved to the right, and saw TWO cougars walking away from me. One cougar broke off to the left and the other continued straight, I couldn't get a shot at either. I stepped back to the left hoping for a shot. At this point the beef calf is looking at me broadside at 30 yards.
Behind the beef calf I see the cougar that broke left pop out from the brush with only his head visible. He is looking intently at the beef calf, who is looking at me, so the cat doesn't see me in the wide open. I range the cats head at 38 yards, and I hookup my release. The beef calf spooks away from me.
When he runs, the cat pounces at him, but misses. The Cougar landed directly in the wide open looking at me. I draw my bow and shoot. He jumps 5 feet In the air and does a 180, running back into the brush. I watch him for a couple seconds before I lose sight of him in the thick brush.
I look back where I shot him and standing in the exact spot is a MUCH bigger cougar! This cat has come from the brush to the left. I knock another arrow not knowing what will happen, this cat sees me, and quickly slinks into the same line of brush.
At this point I determine there are 3 cougars, because the two I originally saw were smaller than the big one. I wait 5 minutes before continuing up the hill to my glassing spot. I call my buddy and tell him what happened and he starts hiking to me. About 45 minutes later he calls me and tells me there are two cougars on the ridge 200 yards above me! He says one is bigger than the other. I'm curious if the smaller one might the one I shot, since I wasn't sure of my shot. I sneak up and end up within 25 yards of the bigger one, and its sitting down on its butt! It sees me and spooks down the hill, I never saw the smaller one.
My buddy and I go to where I shot, and find my arrow covered in blood. The blood trail wasn't very good, which had me concerned because visibility in this thicket was 2-3 feet. Thankfully the trail only lasted 25 yards and ended with a dead cougar!
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