OK everyone, here's the story.
It started Sunday while I was hunting some bunnies. I ran into some fresh lion tracks. I had never seen so many tracks in a small area. I figured this cat had a kill around close, and was living near it. I never did find a kill, or even seen any birds.
Sunday evening I called my friend with hounds to see if he could get off work Monday so we could go find this cat. He was ready, willing, and able.
Monday morning we were at the spot where I found all the fresh tracks. It had snowed very lightly the night before, so finding a hot track should be easy. We found none in the area where I had seen them all the previous day, so we drove the two track down the ridge to the west looking for racks. We knew the cat didn't go east, as we saw no tracks cross the county road. We spotted a few magpies about 1 1/2 miles from where I had original saw the tracks. We both glassed for a possible kill or more birds when I spotted some lion tracks down in the bottom of the drainage. We hiked down there, and sure enough, cat tracks were everywhere, plus a whole bunch of coyote tracks.
We hiked back to the truck and let a couple dogs go. Tracking was tough with all the spotty snow, more light snow coming down, and then some light rain. The dogs were running around in circles everywhere trying to piece the puzzle together. That cat had been up, down, and all around in this drainage.
Then we found this...
Fresh kill! The cat killed the doe on the side of the ridge, and drug it about 100 yards down into a wash.
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