After I died of dysentery that one time, I saw a cougar in Kansas. Country road. Near a river. It just stood in the middle of the road looking at us for a few minutes then launched itself into a nearby wooded area. I was so stunned, I never even grabbed my camera. In a way, I'm glad to see them. I expect the local ranchers' opinions to be different, though.
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