Well I finally killed my first bobcat after many attempts over the past few years. It wasn't too terribly exciting, but special none the less.
To make a long story short, I didn't even make it to my calling spot when I spotted the cat sitting, like a dog, in the middle of the small frozen river. The bobcat saw me but didn't seem to care much since I was about 180 yards away. As I got steady and waited for my crosshairs to settle down the cat turned to walk away. One shot with the 35 gr Berger put her down right there. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the ice was indeed thick enough to hold both the 23 pound bobcat and myself. I slightly pulled the quartering away shot and put the round through the bobcats head. The exit hole is thumb-sized, so not too bad.
I also noticed that she was missing a digit from one of her hind paws. She must have narrowly escaped a foot-hold trap within the last day or two. Perhaps the sore foot is why she chose the walk-and-sit method for her hunt.
cheers,
Ben
