In the mid 70's, Dad took my step-brother & sister, my sister, and I camping for a weekend near Desert Center, CA.
A 'hermit' discovered our camp site, and introduced himself, and his German Shepherd (Their names escape me). He
seemed harmless enough to Dad (& I), so he was made to feel welcome to visit. He and his dog lived in a small concrete
house, and he got around in a dune buggy. He gave us teenagers a ride around his domain a couple of times, and
showed us the sights.
One of those nights, my sister and I saw a mountain lion (BIG Cat!!) silhouetted against our tent; the gas lantern was
turned down very low, but we both plainly saw him from about 50 yds. I imagine that they eat the smaller species of
deer, and the wild horses that overpopulate that area, thanks to Cleveland Amory and his Wild Horse Protection Act...