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I live on the Great Plains. Sometimes I go innagrass and ramble around tallgrass prairies. You don't know grass till you've been deep innagrasss. Big bluestem can grow to around 7 feet tall and grows in very thick bunches. There are times when I have been in bluestem so thick that I couldn't move forward, it was like a wall. When you go deep in the tallgrass prairie in late summer shit can get very clausterphobic and spooky with grass over a foot taller than you and so thick you can't se shit but the grass right in front of your face.
So in my area the wildlife services refuse to acknowledge that we have mountain lions. Every single person who is at all acquainted with the outdoors here has either seen a cougar, seen evidence of a cougar, or knows someone who has. Long story short, locals know the Wildlife Officers are full of shit. The running theory is that they refuse to investigate cougars because it would mean political/bureaucratic turmoil if they acknowledged their presence.
So I was innagrass alone, not a good idea kids, and I was deep in the thick of it. Suddenly I step through some thick grass I find this path that has been flattened in the grass, like something very heavy walked through it. It wasn't a horse or a deer, whatever did this was low to the ground. It had rained recently so the ground was all muddy. In the middle of this path there was a little bare patch of mud. In the mud was a cat print as big as my hand. Took a pic and then ran as fast as physically possible away from the path, which wasn't fast because of all the grass.
Of course, my pic was shit because I had like a 2 megapixel camera. I haven't gone deep innagrass since.
