The Maison Blanche Puma!!!!
I've seen it!!
I'm not sure how PC this is, but believe me, there's no offense intended.
Last year on the Friday night a trio of tents sprang up in the middle of our encampment, strangers to me, and it stayed that way - but it's live and let live; anyway, one of these guys turned out to be profoundly deaf and dumb. He also seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for Jack Daniels, and every time I looked over he was up-ending a fresh bottle and his adams apple was bobbing up down like a ping pong ball stuck in a Hoover hose.
As we staggered back to the tents at about 4am on the Sunday we saw this chap engaged in a silent struggle of epic proportions. It was as if we still had ear plugs in. His tent was shaking and rattling at the seams with guide ropes pinging off in all directions, he suddenly popped out of the door, backwards and with all the appearances of being shot out of a cannon, landed in a heap and went still for a second. He then seemed to recover conciousness, went all bow-legged for a few moments, shook his head, dug deep, retreated a few steps and with his mouth gaping in a silent scream hurtled back towards the tent taking off several feet in front of the door and entering the tent horizontal, six feet off the ground and at a great speed. The battle then resumed with much vigour. At the time, I submitted that the only explanation was a Puma in his tent, but it all went quite and we decided it would be too dangerous to go near the tent entrance. We never saw him again.
Thank you Andy, I now know for certain it was the Maison Blanche Puma.
H
