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@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, 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.
 
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@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.
I can't even imagine if you hadn't had the thick clothing. Those claws are like razors. We seldom have any stray cats or small dogs in the area and for that very reason, they become dinner for the bobcats. My worst encounter with one was hitting a golf ball down the fairway in Sweetwater, Texas, and watching a bobcat come out of thicket and grabbing the ball and running off with it. They let me drop a ball in the area where mine was last seen before the creature stole it.
 
I reworked one of my old bobcat photos with the newer Topaz Photo AI tool. Doesn't sharpen as advertised, but does a decent enough job.

20210925_bobcat by Jeff Ashman, on Flickr
I wish I had the patience to sit in a spot and wait on shots like these! Love animal photo's. One animal photo I gave up on though was horse's. getting a horse to pose is a chore that never seem to end! Good looking cat
 
I wish I had the patience to sit in a spot and wait on shots like these! Love animal photo's. One animal photo I gave up on though was horse's. getting a horse to pose is a chore that never seem to end! Good looking cat
To be honest I wasn't sitting, I was walking down a trail and this guy came bounding out of the brush. Almost dropped the camera trying to get the lens cap off. Learned a lesson to have the cap off and camera ready for anything.
 

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