Had this rare Sabertooth swamp cat run across my facility last weekend..So... Being the weak minded type of guy i am, I chased him to under my pipeline's. He's past the 12'' and 16'' and standing under the 18''. I would at the time estimate him to be about 350# + and about 7/8 feet long... But i could be wrong ?
What kind of fermented juice y'all got running thru those pipes. Must be the output of one monster still.
where is this cat located? what state? I am in Florida and I think they say they only have less then 500 left here
That little bitty Bobcat. Hell, he won't even go 60lb. Ain't a panther/puma/cougar/mtn lion, pick your own name. Ratio of height to body length too close to the same. Those latter named cats have 1 to 2 or 2.5 height to body length ratio. Bobcat 4 to 5. . before someone contests the ratio of the cat in question, you are not seeing any more than half of leg length. you are not even seeing what we would consider the knee or elbow joint.
Come on man...I'm going to keep him hungry.. Beside's, I may register him as a Democrat, He could bring in all kind's of entitlement stuff for me ?
Damn it !!! Can these be trained ? Here's another picture, Also i have a woodpecker that eat's metal on location.
Imagine how early settlers felt when they encountered an American mountain lion, now endangered as far as I know.
I have seen both a juvenile and an adult Florida Panther in the wild here in a rural area. I will not say where because I don't want a swarm of snail darter/spotted owl people descending on the area. It was an awesome sighting at close range both times. The adult was first so the conclusion I drew was there was a breeding pair of adults close by. Sightings were about a year apart.
Gator, few years ago, I was just coming in from a salvage project in Port Arthur and was about to get into my pickup when I heard a loud thump then something hit the ground next to me. Someone had smacked one on the highway and sent it flying my way to land dead at my feet. It wasn't too bad beat up so I thought I would take it to a taxidermist and have it mounted so I picked it up by the hind leg to throw into the back of my truck and that damned thing quit playing possum and liked to have eat me alive! naturally, I gave it my best Southern Battle cry and the fight was on until death, but fortunately, it escaped my wrath and fury and slinked back into the swamp..