Hey guys,
This isn't much of a hunting or calling story, but I wanted to share anyway.
We're out in Colorado looking for places to live right now and today we looked at several places that border national forest land. I stopped to make a stand but didn't see anything and since we were really focused on finding a place, I decided not to call anymore.
We have a little family joke while driving and that's that one of us will randomly call out "BOBCAT!". The family knows how in love I am with the cats, and we're always in areas that could potentially hold bobcats so it started with me teasing them about seeing a bobcat. Of course they all think I am crazy because they have never seen one, but they eventually started doing it themselves. It's pretty funny.
Anyway... on our way out of the national forest on a dirt forest trail / road, a bobcat hops out of the woods from the right, darts in front of the truck, and into the woods on the left. Of course i'm yelling "bobcat!" and the family is plugging up their ears and telling me to shut it. This time was different though, because momma watched it run across too and she was just as pumped as me.
Much to our surprise, the cat stopped right on the other side of the road and so did we.
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We even had the camera handy for a few pictures. A few lip squeaks kept her interested....
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After shooting a few pics with the camera, Nicole looks at me and says "Can you shoot it?". Well hell.... actually I can! I'm just too dumbfounded by this fearless cat that I don't even consider the possibility and plus the rifle is behind the back seat and we've got the girls, the dog, etc and it seemed like a lost cause but hey, why not, right? I tell Nicole to try to lean the seat back and get into the back with the girls so she can get the rifle. She gets back there and this cat is STILL sitting there 30 feet from the truck!!! I'm meowing, squeaking, and whispering sweet nothings into her ear just hoping she'll stick around. Nicole comes back up to the front and has the rifle, but no magazine! Arghh... I had left it out after the stand I made and it was in my bag behind the seat. No way we're going to make this happen.
Then it dawned on me....after the stand I made, I had ejected my chambered round out onto the ground and I had put all of my gear away and looked down and realized I hadn't yet picked up the round. Crap.... ok whatever... another souvenir to toss into the counsel. Well that little round came in handy as I dropped it into the chamber and closed the bolt.
All of this noise, and movement within the truck and our little friend is still sitting 30 feet away. I get in position, put the center circle of my Nikon Coyote Special on her nose and pull the trigger..... WHACK.... she goes down with a perfect shot to the chest.
This is one of those memories that will last forever. The girls call it their cat, Nicole is totally pumped about it (like never before) and we all had a great time. It was neat because we all played a part. The girls stayed quiet, mom got the gun, dad made the shot.
What a great day.
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This isn't much of a hunting or calling story, but I wanted to share anyway.
We're out in Colorado looking for places to live right now and today we looked at several places that border national forest land. I stopped to make a stand but didn't see anything and since we were really focused on finding a place, I decided not to call anymore.
We have a little family joke while driving and that's that one of us will randomly call out "BOBCAT!". The family knows how in love I am with the cats, and we're always in areas that could potentially hold bobcats so it started with me teasing them about seeing a bobcat. Of course they all think I am crazy because they have never seen one, but they eventually started doing it themselves. It's pretty funny.
Anyway... on our way out of the national forest on a dirt forest trail / road, a bobcat hops out of the woods from the right, darts in front of the truck, and into the woods on the left. Of course i'm yelling "bobcat!" and the family is plugging up their ears and telling me to shut it. This time was different though, because momma watched it run across too and she was just as pumped as me.
Much to our surprise, the cat stopped right on the other side of the road and so did we.
After shooting a few pics with the camera, Nicole looks at me and says "Can you shoot it?". Well hell.... actually I can! I'm just too dumbfounded by this fearless cat that I don't even consider the possibility and plus the rifle is behind the back seat and we've got the girls, the dog, etc and it seemed like a lost cause but hey, why not, right? I tell Nicole to try to lean the seat back and get into the back with the girls so she can get the rifle. She gets back there and this cat is STILL sitting there 30 feet from the truck!!! I'm meowing, squeaking, and whispering sweet nothings into her ear just hoping she'll stick around. Nicole comes back up to the front and has the rifle, but no magazine! Arghh... I had left it out after the stand I made and it was in my bag behind the seat. No way we're going to make this happen.
Then it dawned on me....after the stand I made, I had ejected my chambered round out onto the ground and I had put all of my gear away and looked down and realized I hadn't yet picked up the round. Crap.... ok whatever... another souvenir to toss into the counsel. Well that little round came in handy as I dropped it into the chamber and closed the bolt.
All of this noise, and movement within the truck and our little friend is still sitting 30 feet away. I get in position, put the center circle of my Nikon Coyote Special on her nose and pull the trigger..... WHACK.... she goes down with a perfect shot to the chest.
This is one of those memories that will last forever. The girls call it their cat, Nicole is totally pumped about it (like never before) and we all had a great time. It was neat because we all played a part. The girls stayed quiet, mom got the gun, dad made the shot.
What a great day.
