It’s late morning in early November and Carl Svendsen is traveling Bernardston Road north on his way to a northern Greenfield tool show at Indoor Action, when something catches his eye at the Emerson family tree farm, near the outflow of Lover’s Lane. Upon closer inspection from a range of 100 yards, the long tail and massive body tells him he’s looking at a “dirty-blonde” cougar. Unbelievable.

Svendsen quickly turns his vehicle around and stops to get a better look as the cat as it “meanders” toward an open ridge-top behind pastured horses; clearly a large, long-tailed cat. No question about it. Then, overwhelmed by the sighting, he backs up quite a distance and into the landowner’s driveway. He has to share his sighting with someone; anyone. Why not the owner? So he exits the vehicle and raps on the door. A man answers and he askes him to come quickly, there’s a cougar walking across his pasture. But by the time he gets his shoes on and arrives at a site where they can view the clearing, the cat has vanished, likely on the other side of the western ridge, headed toward Interstate 91.

“Seeing is believing,” says Svendsen, of Erving. “There was no mistaking it. I’ve read about sightings, now I’ve had one, and to think it happened in Greenfield, Massachusetts. I’ve been all around the country and see my first cougar in Greenfield? Who would have thought it?

“I was so excited that the guy I spoke to must have thought I was having a heart attack. I was just thrilled to see one. A beautiful sight.”

The homeowner questions him. Is he certain he didn’t see his house cat?

No way. The thing was huge.

Svendsen goes home to get his wife, tells her to come with him, he’s seen a cougar. They jump in the car and take a walk to where he last saw the animal. Nothing. “I’m no tracker and the ground was hard,” he says, “but the landowner saw a track he wasn’t familiar with and said he’d check with a friend of his who’s a game warden. He also told me his neighbors from the other side of the power lines claim to have seen cougars.”

Several other sightings have come from the area west of I-91, between East Colrain and the Mohawk Trail, not far from the Emerson site.

What will the authorities say when a cougar is killed in the road? It could happen. And if it does, they’ll have a lot of explaining to do. Why do they say they’re extinct? Why don’t they admit there”s a chance, even slim, that they never faded into total extinction?

At this point Eastern Cougars are ghosts from the past, kind of like moose and wolves and lynxes, which have reappeared with the reforestation of New England. So, why not cougars?

That’s a question no one has been able to answer with certainty.

Charlie McCracken of Greenfield sort of got lost in the shuffle, buried deep in my clogged Outlook Express Inbox, after coming forward with another Pioneer Valley cougar sighting. Upon receiving it, I read and red-flagged it, planning to revisit it in this space before it got buried.

”I always enjoy cougar-sighting articles and have to chuckle at the ‘disclaimers,”’ McCracken wrote, ”because I had one run in front of my service truck while delivering propane tanks to summer camps in the early 1990s at Damon Pond in Chesterfield/Goshen.”

The indelible impression was the long tail with a big ball of black fur at the end. In fact, because it all happened so fast, that’s all he saw clearly.

The way McCracken recollects it, he was delivering 100-pound tanks ”one bright, sunny afternoon in May” when a big, tan blur streaked in front of his Ford 350. He remembers thinking, ”Wow! That was a big dog or deer,” but it ran like a big cat and stood as high as the headlights on his one-ton truck. He knew then that the animal was much larger than his 80-pound dog.

”All I got a good look at was the big haunches and the long tail with a ball of black fur on it,” he wrote. ”It was no photo-op.”

He slowly got out of his truck to investigate the space between two summer camps where the cat ran, but it was gone.

Chalk it up as more fuel for the fire. Certainly not an acceptable sighting to wildlife experts, but still worth adding to the list of local folks with no reason to lie who think they’ve seen a cougar.

”Cougar sightings are nothing new around here,” a major Whately landowner and avid hunter who’s pushing 80 told me last week in his pasture. ”People have been reporting them for more than 60 years.”

And the authorities always have the same response: ”Eastern cougars are extinct.”

Maybe so.

First an old friend and new resident of Amherst who, on a fall afternoon in the car with her teenage son, saw a cougar cross the road in front of her on Northeast Street in Amherst. Then a sighting by another woman who spotted a cougar out the window of her Mount Warner Road home in North Hadley. Barbara Breuer says she was speaking to her husband, Matthew, on the phone when she got a good side view of the big cat running parallel to the road, then an eyeful from the rear before it disappeared. Mount Warner Road is not five miles from the Northeast Street sighting; certainly close enough to stir suspicion.

“I know it was no poodle,” she joked. “It had the tail of a cougar and the movement of a big cat.”

Breuer, who grew up in the Berkshires and is familiar with wildlife sightings, said she was stunned by what she saw, having never heard of cougars in the region. But now she’s convinced they’re here, despite what “the authorities” say.

Because Matthew Breuer thought the public should be aware that a big cat is lurking, he called the Daily Hampshire Gazette in Northampton. He was concerned it could be a public-safety issue for hikers, joggers or trick-or-treaters. So, the sighting was brought to light Friday in a Gazette story headlined “Big cat in Hadley…cougar?”

The story had legs. “I’ve already had two calls from women who have also seen a cougar locally,” Breuer said. “One was in North Amherst, so it could have been the same animal. She told me (state authorities) confirmed the presence of a cougar not long ago at the Quabbin through scat analysis but refuse to acknowledge the possibility that they’re here.

“Why do they deny it?” she asked. “Do you know why? It seems strange to me.”

I told the curious, articulate lady that I’ve heard one interesting theory related to endangered species and development or logging rights, but had no definitive answer. The fact is that I, too, wonder why wildlife officials refuse to admit the possibility that cougars are re-emerging in reforested New England, despite a growing number of credible eyewitnesses who swear they’ve seen them.

If the big cats are, indeed, on the comeback trail, it’s only a matter of time before one winds up dead on the side of the road. Even Doubting-Thomas wildlife experts admit that.

It could happen.

Yes, it’s old news but still worth sharing because of recurring themes from previous cougar sightings; and this one even includes a police department that believed its eyes, was convinced a big cat was lurking, one that presented potential danger.

The town was Acton, about a half-hour northwest of Boston, the date Nov. 8, 2004. You’ve got to hear this one. It’s a doozey.

Shortly after 1 a.m. on that fall date, the police received a call from a concerned resident who was hearing surreal noises in the woods behind his home in a residential neighborhood. The report claimed something was growling, something that didn’t sound inviting or common. So two police officers responded to the scene, turned their engines off, exited their vehicles and listened. It didn’t take long, perhaps two minutes, before they heard loud, threatening growls from the woodlot. Then they heard the leaves on the forest floor rustling, twigs snapping and — bingo! — a “mountain lion” popped out into the open, soon followed by a mature whitetail buck estimated at 200-plus pounds, large set of antlers pointed down menacingly toward the predator.

“Apparently, the buck and cat had a standoff in the woods,” said Acton Police Chief Frank Widmayer, “then the buck chased the cat out of the woods. My officers saw it clearly in the light from their headlights and a street lamp. It was only 25 or 30 yards away.”

The police report from both officers described the animal as a large tan cat, five to six feet long, up to two feet high at the shoulders. There is no mention of a long tail in either report, which may or may not be significant, but the chief does recall his officers telling him they saw the tail. It’s true that not all cougar sightings include descriptions of a long tail, but most do; it all depends on the angle of the sighting. But tail or no tail in the police report, both officers believed they had seen a cougar. In fact, so convinced were they that the department posted an illuminated, flashing sign to warn people of a potentially dangerous situation.

The officers reported their sighting on the radio to a state Environmental Police Officer, who advised them to leave the scene and he’d investigate in the morning. He did and turned up nothing. But the EPO wasn’t the only interested party who took it upon himself to “look around.” A local woodsman also took a walk, camera in hand, and came away with photos in living color of what appeared to be cat tracks in the mud a quarter-mile from the police sighting. Then, many subsequent calls about big-cat sightings came into the station, the first some 19 hours after the police sighting, when a woman saw what she described as a mountain lion behind a dumpster. Two days later, shortly after 10 p.m., another “mountain lion” was reported by a supervisor at the Hartz Corp. in Acton; the man also saw his cat behind dumpsters. Then two more reported sightings in four or five days, one just after 11 p.m., the other just after midnight; all nighttime sightings, which is not surprising because cougars have nocturnal tenancies.

Aware that there had been many cougar sightings in nearby Westford, that just a day or two before his officers had witnessed one with their own eyes, and that a friend in a coffee shop had flagged him down to tell him about the cougar that had crossed in front of his car just prior to the police sighting, Widmayer thought it was time to take action.

“I’m no expert on tracks but they didn’t look like dog tracks to me and I showed the pictures to people who said there were definitely cat tracks,” said Widmayer. “The guy who took the pictures also said they were cat tracks.”

Widmayer took the necessary measures to alert his townspeople of the potential danger and it didn’t take long before the story hit the Boston TV-newscasts — reporters, lights, cameras, microphones, the whole shebang, a wild scene; “mountain lion on the loose in Acton; be alert, protect you pets and livestock.”

Widmayer e-mailed the photos around and showed them to the investigating EPO, who viewed them with interest, then told the print media they were canine tracks, an assessment he curiously hadn’t shared with Widmayer.

“I was actually surprised when I read that,” Widmayer said, “because I didn’t remember him saying that to me.”

Hmmmm? Imagine that.

Cat tracks are wider and rounder than those of canines and don’t display claw marks because cats walk with their claws retracted. The EPO who viewed Widmayer’s photos based his “opinion” that they had been made by a coyote on one indentation in the mud that he identified as a claw mark. But careful observation reveals that the indentation could be unrelated to the paw print.

So, do you suppose there’s an edict from the highest level of authority to deny a potential re-emergence of Eastern cougars? Is the first responsibility of wildlife officials to squash such rumors, deny the possibility of mountain lions? Who knows? But don’t discount it. It may be real. No matter how credible the source, how convincing the evidence, the authorities do indeed refuse to admit there’s the slightest chance Eastern cougars are back. The official, often-repeated response is that “Eastern cougars have been extinct for 100 years.”

End of story.

Of course, that was the same “official response” wildlife officials routinely uttered three and more decades ago, when people started seeing Florida panthers in the Sunshine State. Today the “extinct” panthers are back, alive and well, reproducing in the dense Florida swamps. The obvious question, one New England officials must answer, is: How can they be certain Eastern cougars were ever extinct? Could there not have been one here and there in remote wilderness back when three quarters of New England was clear-cut? Could the big cats not be coming back now that the deep forests have returned throughout the Northeast?

Never say never — that’s my mantra — and needed support can come from the people who experienced the Florida panther phenomenon three and four decades ago.

“All I know is that two of my officers saw that cat with their own eyes from close range,” Widmayer said. “How can I question that?”

Perhaps he should ask the experts. They’ll have an answer for him. You know how it goes: Eastern cougars are extinct.

Sounds good … but certainly not undisputable.

Seems I can’t get away from cougars, mountain lions, catamounts, pumas or whatever you want to call them.

The reports keep coming at me like the Connecticut River Coordinator’s office wishes Atlantic salmon were migrating up the valley. Thse days, there seems to be a flurry of big-cat sightings along the Montague/Leverett, MA., line, Sawmill River country between Dry Hill Road and Cranberry Pond. I’m not making it up. Three reports in less than a week. What can I say?

Believable reports? Who knows? I can only report what I hear if I judge it credible. Myself, no, I have never seen a cougar. Sometimes I wonder what I have started, because since the first mention of the subject more than two years ago, I have been besieged, swallowed by the whale of visual evidence, which is, of course, unacceptable to the authorities.

“Seems to be quite a few around,” laughed Montague Chief of Police and old softball buddy Ray Zukowski on the phone, “kinda like chipmunks, I guess.”

You’d think so judging from the number of reports

Anyway, the Montague sightings started with an outdoorsman from Chestnut Hill. He called to inform me that two lady friends had seen a cougar cross their path while walking up the wooded Dry Hill Road a day or two earlier. Several attempts to reach one of the witnesses by phone have been unsuccessful, although she did leave a message on my phone confirming the sighting. Then, while still in the process of playing phone tag, another man from Chestnut Hill sent an e-mail to describe a sighting by his fiancé “on Leverett Road along the Sawmill River,” just before dark. So impressed was this witness that she immediately contacted the man who alerted me, then they returned to the scene the next morning looking for tracks through fresh snow.

“The fact that she was willing to wade into a marsh-like area to look for tracks in 20-degree weather,” was all my source needed to know about the veracity of her report. New to the area by way of Holyoke and totally unfamiliar with mycolumn, he posted the sighting on MassLive’s outdoor forum and immediately got a hit from someone who’d recently seen a cougar near Cranberry Pond. Throw in the report that came my way from nearby Dry Hill Road, along with the fact that none of the reporters were aware of others’ sightings, and it’s worth mentioning, regardless of what my critics say.

So, there it is: more reports by people who haven’t followed my weekly column and have no apparent reason to lie. All I can say is take it for what it’s worth. No more, no less. In the meantime, I’ll play the fool and wait for vindication.