I don't know about cougars making a minimum of noise. When I was a young lad I was in the foothills above my home town at the mouth of a steep canyon with one or two other foolish lads because we were miles from home and it was about to get dark. A mountain lion screamed on the hillside above us and it sent chills right through me. I've never been so scared as I was right then. We all headed for home as fast as we could go.
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I don't know about cougars making a minimum of noise. When I was a young lad I was in the foothills above my home town at the mouth of a steep canyon with one or two other foolish lads because we were miles from home and it was about to get dark. A mountain lion screamed on the hillside above us and it sent chills right through me. I've never been so scared as I was right then. We all headed for home as fast as we could go.