Here's an interesting hunting story. Nothing got shot, but you will see why. Some years ago I was visiting a friend. On the long drive through open but hilly country to his place, a dark big cat, lion sized, ran across the road in front of my car. Later that same a day I was having some refreshment with some local hunters. I told them about the cat, they said I had been seeing things. There had been cats in those parts, they explained, but had been hunted out more than 50 years earlier. I said I must have been mistaken, it was quick and blurry, but knew I was not. I rather liked the idea of some survivors, plus given a chance they might repopulate a little. I got the idea if I had insisted, some of the guys would be up there looking for tracks at first light. I only wish I could remember where in the world it was.. I think that one will remain between me and the cat. Wanna kill these ads? We can help!