@jeffashman Me and Bobcats don't get along. At 15 it was my job to feed the cattle every evening in a barn a couple miles from the house. It was winter, and already dusk when I got there, the only light was a little flashlight. We stored the hay in a hayloft and dumped it through the floor into mangers below. To access the hayloft you entered through a tack room and up a stairs. I was in a hurry, headed up the steps two at a time, when a bobcat screamed ahead of me, I swung the light up to see two glowing eyes. That was enough to turn me around, but Mr. Bobcat apparently wasn't satisfied. Halfway down the stairs he hit me in the back of the legs, we went rolling the rest of the way down in a pile of arms, legs, teeth, claws and screaming banshee. Fortunately it was cold so I had on heavy leather gloves and insulated coveralls, I grabbed him by the neck to keep the teeth away, but those claws ripped the coveralls to shreds. When we hit the bottom, the bottom I managed to throw him off, he rolled and hit the door at full speed. To this day, when I hear one scream it sends chill up my back. Every now and then I'll meet one on the fire lanes, I move out of the way quickly so they can go on by, fortunately none have decided to try me.