When I and Mrs. CHIEF first met, we still owned the ranch in Bosque county. It was Angora goat country, so there were plenty of mountain lions. We went to go sit in a blind for an evening hunt. As we got close to the blind I could smell a goat carcass across the fence. We hoped over the fence to inspect it. It was about half eaten and had cat prints all around it, and the tracks were huge. The neighbor had Commodore dogs and some donkeys for guarding the goats. But cougars are smart, they appear in the front of the goat herd, and when the dogs and donkeys run up to protect the front of the herd, they will sneak around to the back of the herd and pick off a goat.
Mrs. CHIEF was a young, naive, city girl, and had never much heard a donkey bray, so when one of the donkeys went off about a hundred yards away, I had her convinced that it was the mountain lion upset that we were near his kill. She was absolutely mortified. She was in tears thinking we were gonna get attacked on the way back to the truck. I felt so bad, I finally fessed up that it was a donkey. Still cannot, to this day, believe that she didn't know what the sound was.
CHIEF