Wow. Big fella!
When I lived in the mountains above the Napa Valley we'd get the cats through the yard sometimes. Never saw one, just tracks, but wish I would have. I'd go for my evening walk through the woods with my landlord's dog for company. Partway home he'd leave me and I'd walk through the darkening woods, sometimes feeling one of those big cats watching me. I was probably just imaging things...
I much prefer the woods of Alaska where the bears are more predictable. Mountains lions scare the *#$ out me with their sneaky ways.
Susan