In the hills on the Oregon coast there are Evergreen Huckleberries. These grow up to 8 or 9 feet high with long, vinelike branches, that tangle together forming impenetrable thickets. Basically, the only way to get through these thickets is to crawl on your hands and knees because the bottom 2 ft. tend to be more or less open. We were surveying the forest Service property boundary when we ran into one of these thickets. Normally we would cut through it with a chainsaw, but we only had about an hour left to work that day and it was too far from the truck to go get a saw. So, we decided to cut as far as we could with our machetes. To do this we would leapfrog through the brush, one in front of the other working in the same direction so that nobody was ever closer than 10 feet from a swinging machete. I got to a point where I had just caught up to where Andrew had stared his segment. There was about a 5 ft. vertical drop at that point and Andrew was maybe 10 -12 ft. ahead of me. He had just taken his rain jacket off and hung it in some brush when a large animal took off from right in front of him. It ran down the hill about 50 ft and stopped and sounded like it was pacing back and forth. You couldn’t see more than a foot or two through that brush, so we didn’t know what kind of animal it was. We were speculating it was a bear when suddenly, we heard kittens crying right where the animal had run from, so we knew it was a cougar den. Andrew quickly came up to my position and we started discussing what our next move would be. We decided to bag it for the day, go back to the motel and call the boss. He told us we had to leave, and we would figure something out later. We still had to go back the next day to retrieve the equipment we had left at the site, including Andrew’s rain Jacket. Andrew said he was going to just leave the jacket so I told him I would get it for him. I wasn’t too worried about the cat. Not wanting me to be more of a man than him He said no, and that he would get it. He went down and got the jacket. The cat immediately came out of the brush about 3 ft from his leg staring right up at him. He yelled and ran. The cat just disappeared back into the brush. This was in January, and we didn’t end up going back to that job until April. I then found the den. It was 6 ½ ft from the spot Andrew had been standing. Andrew told the boss that he was just glad we didn’t have a camera because he knew that if we did, I would have crawled through the brush to get a picture of the kittens. He was right, I would have.