On my lease five or six years ago, had my nephew and his boy out there for the weekend. Saturday morning, and those two are sitting on the tailgate of a pickup parked in camp, flapping their gums while I was sitting in the shade of my camper with my laptop checking out the pics off my trail camera. The biggest bobcat I ever saw came sauntering through camp like he owned the place. It took me several seconds to believe my eyes and set the laptop down and unholster my 1911. By then he was moving with purpose and all four or five of my shots missed. I don't expect anything like that to ever happen again.
