I remember one night I'd stayed way after dark to avoid spooking a couple of deer that were nearby my stand, so on the quarter mile walk back to the truck, I heard something rustling in the brush about twenty yards from me. I figured it was just an armadillo, until it cut loose with a shrill, bloodcurdling scream that seemed to last forever. It sounded just like a woman being killed or something, it was that bad. Quickdraw McGraw didn't have nothing on me that night in a split second I had my rifle on my shoulder with the safety flipped off. Then it slowly dawned on me that it was a bobcat. [&:]I've heard them scream countless times through the years but never that close. After cleaning out my drawers with some leaves and a stick I headed to the truck