I just remembered something that I had forgotten about. In the late 70's I was doing trail maintenance by Mt. Rainier and was camped out in a pup tent to work, while my boss went down to a meeting in Oregon. There were huge Cougar tracks in the mud by the trailhead where I had pitched the tent; maybe a week and a half old. I am thankful that I didn't run across the cat that had left those tracks.