Skychief
69 Cal.
While deer hunting this morning, my fortune could not have been greater. No, I brought no venison to bag, but was witness to something I'd never seen and would have been impossible to see around these parts a few short years ago.
I was being entertained by a young fox squirrel foraging near me. It held my attention as I seldom see fox squirrel deep in the woods, where I happened to be.
He made his way toward me in fairly open woods. At about fifteen yards, it paused to work on a nut. It was to be his last.
In a flash, as I watched, a bobcat materialized out of seemingly thin air, grabbing the luckless squirrel by the back of the neck. Lightning could not have struck it down any quicker.
As my jaw hit the deck, I watched the cat disappear with it into the greenbriars.
As the smoke settled, I was amazed at the stealth the cat mustered to get that close to the squirrel and ME. I hadn't seen nor heard his approach.
And we call ourselves hunters.
Best regards, Skychief.
I was being entertained by a young fox squirrel foraging near me. It held my attention as I seldom see fox squirrel deep in the woods, where I happened to be.
He made his way toward me in fairly open woods. At about fifteen yards, it paused to work on a nut. It was to be his last.
In a flash, as I watched, a bobcat materialized out of seemingly thin air, grabbing the luckless squirrel by the back of the neck. Lightning could not have struck it down any quicker.
As my jaw hit the deck, I watched the cat disappear with it into the greenbriars.
As the smoke settled, I was amazed at the stealth the cat mustered to get that close to the squirrel and ME. I hadn't seen nor heard his approach.
And we call ourselves hunters.
Best regards, Skychief.