[slow944]

In 1995 my brothers and I had a lease down near Karnack in E. Texas. We were bow hunting and between my stand and my youngest brothers it was probably 300 yds with a small ridge running between us. At O'dark 30 we were already in the stands waiting for legal shooting light. As I sat there on this little 10' ladder stand I hear something scream/growl between my brother and I that made my hair stand up including the ones I was sitting on. So around 1100 my brother comes over and asks if I heard the "Cat"? I said hell yeah and it sounded like it was up on the little ridge. So we walk up on top of the ridge and there in the dirt were cats tracks that looked the size of dinner plates. I've never gone bow hunting with out taking a handgun with me since.