my first bobcat came about 21 years ago. i was hunting a ranch just south of ft carson co with the ranch foreman. we were calling coyotes at night and splitting the money. the ranch foreman had been trying to get a bobcat for almost 20 years.
we were traveling a two track road when we stopped to check out a pair of green eyes about a half mile away. we started calling and it came right at us at a steady walk. about two minutes later it closed the gap to about 200 yds. i told the ranch foreman to shoot the critter, he being a polite person insisted i go first. i took one look thru the 6.5X20 leupold and knew it was no coyote. the 17 remington cracked and we saw his eyes roll out of sight, roll up again and disapear. i looked at my companion and said" funny looking coyote it had no tail". he imediatly came flying out of the truck with words i won't print here. i do remember something about how i had better not shot a bobcat.
four days later i shot a second one with him, not that i wanted to but i knew it was going to get away if i didn't. his wife still won't let me forget those two sleepless nights she spent. it seems he kept her awake talking to himself
about how i had shot his bobcat not once but twice.
we traded the second hide to a taxidermist for a full body mount of the first one. i kept it at my home for almost 7 years until i left the state. it was just before christmas, i had christmas at his house. we placed the mount under a sheet out of sight. after all the gifts were open his wife told him he had missed one . when he removed the sheet and saw what it was he went to imediate tears rolling down his face and the biggest grin i have ever seen. i still have visitation rights though he lets me know thats his bobcat.
there is one thing about good friends, no matter how far your apart or how long once your back together it's as though not a second has passed.