I was coyote hunting a few years ago and had no luck, so started home. It was snowing and as I was driving I noticed fresh tracks crossing the road. I had hunted this area before and knew there was a thicket and beyond that some small openings and meadows that would be good places to call from and have a chance to see anything reaspnding. As I started thru the thicket, I caught a slight flicker of movement. I stopped and started squeaking and soon saw more movement in the brush ahead. I just put the squeeker to my mouth again when something jumped on theback of my neck and shoulders.I'll have to say I got real excited in a hurry! I know I was hollering and whirling around, but I can't remember what I was hollering. Wish I could. I had my shotgun in my hand and kind of out of instinct waved it towards my back and hit the critter off me.I then wheeled around and shot kinda from the hip and pretty much destroyed the pelt of a 29lb bobcat. Let me tell you that was a real rush!