I met a cougar the other day, face to face, it was an incredible experience! A beautiful animal! The encounter had no sense of aggression, it was calm and cool. Then the conservation officer showed up, talk about aggression, she wanted it dead before dark. It’s a mother I understand -the cougar that is, I’m not sure if the conservation officer is a mother or not.
I do fear for our loose dogs and kids, please be careful we live in cougar country, we live here on purpose, we live here because we love the wilderness, I dont think she, the conservation officer, lives here. I think she learned about wilderness in a school, maybe they looked out the window to see it. There are no cougars in Vancouver, I think its too dangerous for them, I find it very dangerous there, too. I’m glad I dont live there! Killing everything seems to be an odd form of conservation. It all reminds me of a nursery rhyme I tried here to reproduce accordingly: A conservation officer wants to cull deer, to get them out of here; she wants to cull deer, she’ll cull the deer to keep away the cougars, she’ll cull the cougars to save dogs and cats, how ’bout that, save the dogs and cats. She killed some bear ’cause they were some where; better attack a bear that is black, it gave some tourists a terrible fear terrible fear. She’s culling the deer, I don’t know why that they should all die. O me o my.
“Hitch Hike” Mike Gitelman