- Nov 18, 2014
Once while deer hunting, my husband and I sat on some rim rock overlooking a coulee. It was ponderosa type country, with grass and shrubs in the bottom below the rim rocks. We watched for a while, and I eventually caught some movement through the brush, coming up the bottom. I expected a whitetail, but instead a large bobcat sauntered out of the brush, walking right up the trail in the bottom. When he got even with us at about 30 yards, my husband squeaked at him. He froze mid-stride, one foot in the air, and stood there completely still looking right at us. That little sound, and he knew exactly where we were. He was frozen there for probably 5 minutes at least. Very slowly, he lowered his foot until he had all four on the ground. Then he very slowly turned to face away from us but never took his eyes off where we were. Then he’d take one long, slow step at a time until he finally disappeared into the brush on the other side. The best look at a bobcat I’ve ever had.