Loc: Northern California
Oh just remembered. My great grandmother came face to face with a mountain lion up in British Columbia on our ranch near the Fraser River. She sang to it, the old timey song "Old Joe Clark," and the mountain lion tensed and sprinted off by the second chorus. If I meet one in the Sierras, I'll try the same tactic methinks, probably scaring away all wildlife and stressing most of the flora, too.