One will never forget the scream once it’s heard.I have a cougar story.
Grade 8.
We had a long driveway. Half a mile, or three quarters. It was middle of the Albertan winter, so the sun didn't rise until 10 AM.
I had to get on the bus at 7:30 AM every morning, and I'd always walk.
For about 2 weeks in a row we had a cougar stalking me every morning to the bus. 15 minutes per day. Every morning.
We saw it in our yard at one am one night. It was dark, heard a growl/scream. Shone a flashlight out and caught a pair of eyes. It stared at us for a solid ten minutes.
We didn't shoot it. We should have.