We have tried keeping cats at Campbell’s Ferry. It hasn’t worked out too well. They were brought in to address our on-going rodent problem. Unlike the cats, the mouse, pack rat, and marmot populations thrive unabated. Our attempts to encourage their departure have ranged from glowing travelogues of how lovely it is at our neighbors’ down river (complete with detailed map and directions) to less humane measures falling just short of Hellfire Missiles. The cat strategy was one of these.
We fixed up a cozy spot under the historic cabin with an on demand feeder that Doug constructed for them. I lined their beds with fabric from an old cashmere robe. They could come in and out at will through openings large enough for a cat (or rodent if they wanted delivery) but small enough that a coyote, fox or anything larger could not enter. No avail. The cats did not survive. I suppose it is possible that they came across those travelogues we made about the glorious life down river, studied the maps and moved on. However, finding the occasional cat skull or an amputated tail makes me think otherwise.
This year, however, we do have a cat living at the Ferry and it seems to be thriving. We have not actually seen it with our own eyes but we have caught several photos of it on our game camera. We have also seen evidence. The young couple we brought in to help us with the “start up” chores three weeks ago were walking down the trail to the river when they spotted something suspicious. Clumps of deer fur dotted an area where something clearly had been dragged across the trail.
They followed the drag marks over the side of the steep hill and bushwacked through the brush to come upon a fresh deer carcass well hidden in the thick undergrowth. It was partially consumed. Doug mounted the game camera nearby, focused on the kill. That night the mountain lion returned three times to feed…all caught on camera. We captured more photos over three nights until the deer was gone. Whatever remained was moved elsewhere.
It may be the same cougar we saw in 2011. It was early evening when I was standing at the window over the sink in our one room cabin. Something was coming toward me from the far side of the orchard. Instinctively I knew it was a mountain lion from the way it moved, still it was hard to trust my eyes since it is so rare to actually see one. I reached for the field glasses to confirm the sighting, then called to Doug who was at my side instantly. We had 2 Navy Seals visiting us at the time. We stood mesmerized and watched the cat approach. It was stalking five deer standing on the hill just below the cabin. When the deer caught wind of the cat they bolted down hill toward the river, the cat following. We congratulated ourselves on the unusual sighting, believing it was over. Doug had just stepped out the door of the cabin when a commotion ensued. The five deer bolted past heading up the hill into the trees, the cougar hot on their heels. The deer stopped just uphill of the cabin and the cougar froze just yards from where Doug was standing. Naturally we don’t want a mountain lion hanging around so close to our cabin. Doug came in to get his 357-magnum pistol. It was not lion season and he didn’t want to kill it anyway. He just wanted to frighten it off. He shot the pistol in the air over the cat’s head. A 357-magnum is a big powerful gun so it makes a loud noise. The cat did not move a muscle. It did not flinch or look in his direction. It’s rapt attention was focussed on those deer. After what seemed like a very long few minutes the deer moved on up hill with the cat still stalking them. The next day we searched the forest uphill of the cabin but found no evidence of a kill.
These days I find myself looking over my shoulder when taking the dogs for a walk. It is unlikely (but not unheard of) that the lion would attack a human but dogs might make an attractive target. I wish there were a way to encourage the cougar to clear out our rodent population instead. Yes, they are small but there are so many of them…think of them like caviar, the smaller the better. My friend Jon Scoville calls deer “rats on stilts” and, come to think of it, I see what he means, especially when they are eating my flowers and ripping the branches off the fruit trees. Now if I can just convince the cougar about the rodent caviar.