04/18/2026
Cats will roam!
Sometime in the fall of 2009, a young male cougar left the Black Hills of South Dakota and started walking east.
He was around a year and a half old. About 140 pounds. He had been born into a population of roughly 250 breeding cougars in the Black Hills, one of the only viable mountain lion populations left in the center of the continent. Young males his age disperse when it is time to find territory and a mate. They usually travel about a hundred miles.
He traveled seventeen hundred.
Biologists were able to reconstruct his route afterward because he left a trail. Not tracks. DNA. His blood was collected in Minnesota in late 2009. His hair was found in Wisconsin. His s**t was identified three separate times across the state over the following months. Citizen trail cameras photographed him in Wisconsin and Michigan. Each sample was stored. Each sample matched.
He crossed Minnesota. He crossed Wisconsin. He passed through Michigan. He crossed into New York. He kept going.
Nobody knows why he did not stop. Cougars do not typically cross the Mississippi. They do not walk through states that have not held a resident cougar in a century. They do not cross highways and suburbs and farmland for two years straight. This one did.
By June 2011, he had reached Connecticut.
No mountain lion had been confirmed in Connecticut since 1880. A hundred and thirty-one years. The eastern cougar, the subspecies that had once lived in every state from Maine to Georgia, had been declared extinct. The forests where they had hunted for thousands of years were still standing. The deer they had eaten were more abundant than ever. The only thing missing from the landscape was the cougar itself.
And then one walked back in.
He was spotted first in Greenwich, near the coast, in early June. Then he moved inland. On June 11, 2011, he was crossing the Wilbur Cross Parkway in Milford when an SUV hit him. The driver was not hurt. The cougar died on the road.
When officials examined the body, they assumed he was an escaped pet. A wild cougar in Connecticut was impossible. Then the lab results came back from Missoula, Montana. He was not an escaped pet. He was not neutered. He was not declawed. He had no microchip. He had porcupine quills embedded under his skin from somewhere along the journey. He was a wild cougar from the Black Hills of South Dakota who had walked for two years across half the continent, alone, through territory no cougar had crossed in living memory, and he had made it all the way to within a few miles of the Atlantic Ocean.
A mammal ecologist from the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources said afterward that the cat had been looking for a mate. "He was looking for love in all the wrong places," he said.
There was nothing wrong with the places. The forests of New England are cougar habitat. The deer are there. The terrain is there. The only thing that is not there is another cougar.
He walked seventeen hundred miles to find one.
He was the only one who came.