Cougar Run Winery
We are thrilled to be included on the North Carolina Wine is a wonderful resource for anything you want to know about wines and wineries in the great state of North Carolina. It was at while we were at the cabin that we decided to go for it and start our very own winery.
Located in the heart of Concord, North Carolina.
- From a dream of a less hectic way of life, Cougar Run Winery was born. We offer hand crafted wine, made in small batches.
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We are thrilled to be included on the North Carolina Wine Map! ncwine.org is a wonderful resource for anything you want to know about wines and wineries in the great state of North Carolina. Click here to download your own map!
What's in a name....
Probably the most asked question we get is "How did you come up with the name?" The short version of the story is "Our dog chased one up our driveway". The longer, more interesting version is: We were building a cabin up in the Leatherwood Mountains (in Ferguson, NC). One afternoon as I walked up the driveway with our doberman, Elliot, I saw something about 300 feet away laying on the ground looking into the ravine. My first thought was "Why is that deer laying there?" Elliott saw it too and before I knew it, he was running full speed to check out the "deer". As he got closer the "deer" stood up a bit and looked at us. Hmmm, not a deer face, but it still didn't click until Elliott was nearly on top of it. As it stood up more, I saw the tail come up. Well over 2 feet of tail. Cat tail. I knew exactly what I was looking at and was in complete awe. The two of them took off up the driveway, around the arch. At one point, I heard the cat hiss at Elliott and knew I needed to run back to the cabin to get Tom and the shotgun, not wanting to think about what we would find when we got back. When we got back to where I had been, Elliott came loping toward us, looking over his shoulder with not a mark on him. I think that since he had been schooled on what happens if you get hissed at and continue to be an idiot by our house cats, he understood that this was no house cat and even a 95 lb doberman was no match for this thing. I guess they just stared at each other for a moment or two and decided that neither of them wanted to tangle with the other, and they went their separate ways.