I’ve seen quite a few things that I could talk about. One in particular: a cold drizzly morning on stand in PA with nothing moving for hours. Out of the corner of my eye something draws my attention. Walking on a log is a bobcat close enough to count the spots with a naked eye. That was pretty cool itself, but the kicker is that it was carrying lunch between it’s teeth in the limp form of a squirrel. I watched until I couldn’t see it anymore. What a blessing!
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