Back in the 50's grew up where hunting was a way of life,near a swamp In south Mississippi, in the sticks as they say in the cities, not far from La. border, began shooting a gun at an early age,about 4 with my older brother, loved the woods, hunted all kinds of game, day and night hunting with dogs,chasing wild hogs 'n deer, coons 'n bobcats to name a few, came west later, didn't even know how to cross the street, 'till I saw a button that said "push" on the post, never seen a stoplight before 'till the trip out here, Ca. About as bad as the beverly hillbillies. very woodswise though. Ran into things I could'nt explain too. Used to see the Ivory billed woodpecker also along with an occasional bear and wolf, but never a coyote.
The cat they call a Panther in Florida is just a cougar. The true Panther is jet black, bigger than a cougar, measured one's tracks as he loped across plowed ground at 16 feet apart, the track was , best I remember 4 1/2 inches. You ask the old folk that live in the country in south Ms., I would think they know about them. They let out a blood curdling, make your hair stand up scream that sounds just like a woman screaming. The women you hear in movies. I kid you not......nothing like a cougar. My hunting dogs were scared so bad by them they would cower and just tremble. Anyone here have any experience with them, they may be all gone by now.