My step son has been after me (it seems like for ever) for me to take him predator hunting again. Eventhough today was the last day of deer season i took him to one of my dads ranches to hunt this morning. We usually call for a couple minutes, maybe 20 or so, then go somewhere else. he is 8 and not a patient person. So we show up about 2 hours after daylight and stood in red hoodies and blue jeans near a brushpile and hit the kiy-yie over a couple very out of practice squalls. i usually carry a 12 ga. remington with #4 buck when in the brush, but today it was all about the AR with the lee fp over AA2230. After literally 3 minutes of broken calling (while i try to figure out what my son has done to my favorite call), he says.... "is that a baby coyote looking at me?" i look in his direction and barely notice a full mature bobcat looking at me at a distance of 30 feet!! So... swing and a hit! Blew fur and flesh off and the critter ran. He ran under the fence and into the neighbors. I called them for permission to chase, but they were not answering, so... RESPECT THE FENCE!! Eventhough we did not recover it, i am sure there was no undue suffering. A good day, all in all.