oso45-70: My wife is from Alamogordo, we lived there in the early 80s. Had a good friend from Tucomcari. I was calling turkey one morning in the spring. I was in the Sacramento mountains, south of Cloudcroft, near Sunspot. I had been calling for about 20 minutes when I got this wierd feeling like I was being watched. I kept looking around, but saw nothing. Suddenly the most blood curddling scream came from right behind me. I came up off the ground, spinning around, looking for the source of the scream. It sounded like a woman. The 12ga I had in my hands seemed very insignificate. I never saw the animal, but at the time I did not want to anyway. The old ranchers that I knew from the area all said I had called in a Mt. Lion. It was a long time before I could go Turkey hunting again after that. I have called in Cayotes, foxes, wolves, and Black Bears, no Grizzlies yet.