Bobcat toted 4 shots from a 30-06 one mornin suckers aint got no will to die. Ma daddy and his buddy went to wma in south alabama in the 80's on a muzzleloader hunt. Daddy was shooting a 45cal an the other feller was shootin a 50cal. They got up that mornin an each of them had 5 shots. It got about daylight an daddy heard his buddy shoot then again and 3 more times after that daddy knew he didnt nothin left to reload. He come walkin up an his buddy was bout half way up a little pine tree an his gun was layin on the ground. Daddy asked him what he was doin an he said "imah runnin frum thahtt" an pointed right next to daddy on the otherside of a log..it was a big tom bobcat. He hit it all 5 shots with the 50cal muzzleloader an he said it jumped up runnin at him on the 5th shot so he throwed his gun at it an run up tha tree. Daddy said tha kitty was in tuff shape but still livin so he finished it off. Daddy said he shot a spike in tha back of the head 3 times with a 30-30 in barbour co an had to get down an stab it..said you could grab its antlers an fold the skin an skull over its nose but he said it got back up 3 times an he shot it down ever time but it just wouldnt die.
