You may have seen a cougar in the East, but it wasn't an eastern cougar.
The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service has concluded an extensive review of all available information about the eastern cougar, which is on the endangered species list. Though many people have reported seeing cougars in the East, Service biologists have found no scientific evidence of the eastern cougar subspecies since the late 1930s.
They have concluded that the subspecies known as eastern cougar is extinct. The cougars that many people have seen in the East from Maine to South Carolina originally may have been kept as pets or for exhibition and originated in the West or in South American.
Service biologists will prepare a proposal to remove the eastern cougar from the endangered species list.
Please share your cougar stories with us by e-mailing them to meagan_racey@fws.gov or leaving them as comments on blog entries.
Credit: USFWS
See more at http://www.fws.gov/northeast/ecougar, including:
* News release about the review
* Questions and answers about the review
* Fact sheet about eastern cougars
* Podcast of endangered species biologist Mark McCollough discussing his work on the review
* 2010 review of the status of eastern cougars
* 1982 recovery plan
* Anecdotal stories from people who have seen cougars
* Links to other cougar sites

The cougar was walking slowly with its head straight ahead and a bit down. I looked at the cougar and the cougar stopped and turned its head to the left and looked back at me and then continued on its way north. To date that has been my first sighting of a cougar here.
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N o one can tell me they're extinct!
I am sure there are people in the community of Whitetop, VA and surrounding areas that would beg to differ with Yahoo's most recent article "Federal researches declare eastern cougar extinct". I know of at least half a dozen people that within the last 2 years have seen them. You should pursue this.
Thank you for your time.
My grandmother lived in a secluded and mountainous village in Eastern Pennsylvania. I spent most of my childhood summers in Andreas, Pennsylvania. My grandmother's home was located at the base of a small mountain next to an wide inlet to the Lizard Creek. She had a long yard with a large garden. Because of the abundance of deer, groundhogs and other wildlife, my grandmother had a chain link fence and gate installed between the base of the mountain and her garden.
During those summers, my cousins, siblings and I spent plenty of time fishing off of the edge of the creek. One day, my older sister and I decided to take a lemonade break. So, we left our gear next to the creek with our cousins and walked to the back kitchen door of my grandmother's house.
As I walked into the back yard, I happened to look at the fence at the back of the yard and garden. I immediately saw an extremely large cat. This cat was larger than I had ever expected a mountain lion to be. Petrified, I called out my sister's name (because she was behind me). She immediately said, "I see it too!"
We realized how large the cat was, because the gate was four feet wide -- and the cat's length appeared to be about twice the width of the gate. As the cat slowly walked by, it turned its head and looked right at us. This frightened me, so I ran up to the porch and screamed, "LION!" (because it was the only thing that I could think of -- and it reminded me of what I thought a lioness looked like). As I ran, I saw the cat walking in the direction of going up the mountain.
Because of the fear in my voice (and knowing that I never was one to cry "wolf"), my dad and uncles immediately bolted out of the house and grabbed some makeshift clubs from the pile of firewood. They assumed that I had seen a bobcat (or something like it), and they were worried about my younger cousins at the creek.
My dad and uncles walked to the back of the yard and looked for the cat as my mother, grandmother and aunts gathered all of the children into the house. My dad and uncles returned a few minutes later and said that they didn't see anything. When my sister and I told them what we saw, they said that we probably saw a bobcat. I knew what a bobcat looked like, so I explained that this cat was much larger, had a long and thick tail and was tan with some gray and slight red coloration in its coat.
This experience was extremely frightening for me (and my sister). For the rest of our stay in Pennsylvania, I never went out into the yard by myself. Several years later, we visited my grandmother just before my senior year in high school. My grandmother had the same gate and fence, so my sister and I used it to approximate the length of the cat. We both agreed that it was approximately 7.5 feet in length.
In short, my sister and I saw what appeared to be an Eastern Cougar during the late summer of 1990. This sighting was in the rural village of Andreas, Pennsylvania. There were no reports of an escaped cougar from captivity. There were no stray domesticated cats in the village either.
While I was in grad school, I described what I saw to a wildlife biologist working with the the Caesar Kleberg Wildlife Research Institute's Feline Research Center. From the description, I was told that this was probably some type of large cougar. The research scientist assumed that I was describing something from Northern California (where I now reside). I never explained that this was in Pennsylvania.
Perhaps researchers with the US Fish & Wildlife Service should look in that area? I don't know if I may have seen the last (or one of the last) Eastern Cougars. However, this was definitely a large wild cat.
I don't know if this will make any difference to anyone but I have seen a mountain lion. I don't know if it was an eastern or western mountain lion but I can tell you it stood as tall at the shoulder as the dog and was the same color as swamp grass. Unfortunately it has been many years now since the sighting and the fact that no one believed me didn't help. I not only saw the big cat, but the day after I saw it, I found a print which I got the opportunity to show to my now ex brother in law.
My step father had gotten a walker hound from a friend of his from Maine. In Maine, they hunted bobcats as well as raccoons which is illegal in Connecticut. He had gone out coon hunting with our dogs and the new one earlier in the week and had ended up traveling miles away from where he started because every time the new dog tree barked and my step father went to the tree, the animal would jump out of the tree and the run would start again. Our dogs weren't interested in this quarry so my step father put them up in the truck and spent the rest of the night chasing the new dog "Joe". He figured it must be a bobcat and when it got light out, he finally got the dog. His chase ended almost ten miles away from where we hunt. a large area for a bobcat.
So when the weekend came and I called my step father about coon hunting he told me about the previous hunt and we decided that if Joe started treeing first, instead of our dogs, I would sneak to the tree and hopefully leash him before the bobcat saw me. I can see well in the dark so I wouldn't need the light. The bad news was that Joe started tree barking fifteen minutes after we let the dogs loose. The good news was he wasn't too far away. We drove the truck to another parking area closer to where Joe was and leaving the gun behind as well as the light, I traveled back up the road until I was about even with Joe. Quietly I climbed over the guardrail and down the embankment into what turned out to be a swamp with very little tree growth but alot of deadwood and clumps of swamp grass. I slowly got closer to where Joe was barking up a storm stepping quietly from one grassy clump to the next. When I caught sight of Joe he was standing in front of a large strip of swamp grass looking straight ahead. No tree or even large stump or dead fall for an animal to hide in. I continued forward until he was within my grasp thinking the dog was just insane.
That's when I saw what he was barking at. Just on the other side of that long strip of swamp grass, pacing back and forth was a big tan-ish brown (swamp grass) colored cat with lighter hair under its chin and a tail as long as its body darker at the tip. He was as tall as the dog at his shoulder but his head was down even with them. about the time I saw him, he also saw me and without a sound, he ran to my left around me and after just a swift glance of a stretched out "liquid" cat, he was gone. I luckily remembered to grab the dog collar before he got away because he was planing on chasing this thing forever. I don't understand why the cat stopped where he did or why he didn't attack the dog but it seemed that he was just waiting. Not afraid or threatened by the dog, just "inconvenienced". He sure moved fast though.
I got back to the truck with Joe who was still trying to get to the other side of the road to follow that big cat and relayed what I've written here to my step father. He seemed to believe me.
The next day I was telling my brother in law about the ordeal while walking down the path on the other end of the same woods we had hunted the previous night. it had gotten above freezing with the sun up and while making it pretty clear that he didn't believe me, he noticed a print in the mud. His exact words were " I'd hate to be the one to have to feed that!" I looked at what he was pointing at and there in the mud was a paw print with no claws showing and a large center pad as big as my fist. My brother in law looked more closely and agreed that it looked like a giant cat print. The pad was oval shaped with a slight point on the front end with four round toes evenly spaced across the front. There was only one. what ever made the print had crossed the muddy path while only touching it once.
This all took place at Rose Hill Wildlife Management area in Preston/ Ledyard, Ct. around December of 1990.
As I have said, I wouldn't know the difference between an eastern or western mountain lion but I do know the difference between a bobcat and a mountain lion.
It is my believe that my son and I saw a mountain lion about a month ago in our pasture. I noticed it and thought it to be a coyote because we see them all the time. After I looked at it closer, I realized it wasn't. Thought it might have been a big house cat but when it got closer I knew that it wasn't a regular cat. It noticed me by then and started running. That's when i saw the long tail and the graceful way it ran.
I looked on the internet and saw the pictures of the mountain lions. This is what we saw.
If I can help out anymore, please let me know. Thank you.
In the evening we sat down to call in some squirrels and thats when the MOUNTAIN LION walked right out infront of us about 50 yards on a logging road. Distinct long tail lion looking cat, very easy to see very easy to tell it was a Mnt. Lion. Luckily it had rain earlier in the week.
My father and I ran home grabbed some shotguns, my mother with a camera, plaster of paris, and flashlights.Came back to the farm and took a cast of a great footprint (framed and hung up), took pictures of its perch with our deer guts dragged around tree he was eating, trees that he clawed (soft cedar trees), and a perfect intact scat with deer hair and other animal hair mixed in.
As we all left he let out a growl that made our hair. stand.
At first we thought it was a Black Bear until we saw the long tail, then we thought it has to be mountain lion or panther. We guessed that somebody released it from a zoo or an animal farm. We talked to the WV DNR and they laughed and asked if we were drinking or dreaming.
Has anybody else reported seeing a black mountain lion in Tucker County?
WIFE,S SISTER SPOTTED FULL GROWN COUGAR NEAR HER BARN NEAR MARTINSBURG IN 2006,CALLED GAME COMM;THEY IN TURN TOLD HER SHE WAS MISTAKEN,THAT THERE AREN;T MOUNTAIN LIONS IN PA'
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I have no reservations about what this cat was after considerable study. The black color means he was in the melanistic phase
Yes, I know, they don't exist!