Casey Anderson

Mountain Lion Secrets. When a mountain lion makes a kill, it doesn’t eat in the open. Instead, it drags the prey to a hidden spot and uses only its paws to cover it with sticks, leaves, or dirt, keeping scavengers away and saving leftovers for later. They start with the heart and lungs (the good stuff), then work outward. Neat eaters compared to most predators, they often return to the cache for days. One kill can feed a lion for a week. Their secretive habits earn them the name “ghosts of the forest.” And the leftovers? A feast for coyotes, bears, eagles, and even beetles. Wild, efficient, and almost invisible, that’s the mountain lion way.

Weasels in Disguise. Both the short-tailed weasel, also called the ermine, and the long-tailed weasel are masters of camouflage across Montana and much of western North America. In summer, their coats are brown above and pale below, blending perfectly with soil and grass. As winter sets in, they shed that coat and grow a new one of pure white, tipped with a black tail, disappearing into the snow. This transformation works both ways, helping them stalk prey while also keeping them hidden from predators like hawks and eagles. The change is guided not by temperature, but by the length of the day. As autumn light fades, hormonal signals trigger the growth of white fur, and when spring daylight returns, pigment comes back and the brown coat replaces it. It’s an elegant survival strategy, though not flawless. With shifting and unpredictable weather, white weasels sometimes stand out against bare ground, and brown weasels can find themselves exposed against fresh snow. Even so, these little hunters remain some of nature’s most remarkable shape-shifters, perfectly adapted to a world that doesn’t always play by the rules.

Thirteen years ago, a wild mountain lion led me deep into the backcountry to the mouth of a hidden cave. That moment stuck with me ever since—and now, Riley and I are finally going back to find it. The mission takes us through brutal, unforgiving terrain—steep climbs, thick brush, and miles of pure wilderness—before we finally reach the cave. It’s even more incredible than I remember: a bear den at the entrance, a long hallway leading to an underground lake, and an atmosphere straight out of another world. But the adventure doesn’t end there. We return in August to find the lake completely drained, revealing new passageways no human has ever seen. What follows is a crawl, climb, and squeeze through untouched chambers that open into massive sections of cave—places that may have remained hidden forever, if not for that mountain lion over a decade ago. This is a journey into the unknown—an exploration of a place where nature still keeps its deepest secrets. Follow the Endless Venture team on social media Casey Anderson https://www.facebook.com/GrizGuy/ https://www.instagram.com/grizzlyguy/?hl=en Riley McClaughry (Cameraman/Editor) https://www.instagram.com/riley.mcclaughry/ DISCLAIMER: The content featured on Endless Venture is created by Casey Anderson, a professional wildlife tracker, filmmaker, and wilderness expert with nearly 50 years of experience in the field, alongside a highly trained team of professionals. All activities involving wild animals and remote wilderness environments are conducted with extensive knowledge, preparation, and safety protocols. Do not attempt to replicate anything you see on this channel without the guidance and support of qualified professionals. Wild animals are unpredictable, and wilderness environments can be extremely dangerous. Your safety—and the safety of wildlife—should always come first.

It’s that time of year again…bison rut! In the heat of summer, the big bulls come down from their bachelor hideouts in the high country to join the herds. What was once a peaceful, shaggy grazer suddenly becomes 2,000 pounds of raging testosterone. And it is awesome. These beasts, which can run up to 35 mph, bellow and roar, roll in the dust, and slam into each other in brutal battles for breeding rights. The ground shakes. The air fills with the sound of grunts and crashing horns. It’s primal. It’s wild. It feels like stepping back in time. If you ever get a chance to witness the bison rut…do it. Just keep your distance. These big boys aren’t messing around.