Years ago, I took some friends into the Adirondack backcountry to catch some brook trout on Long Pond.
We camped along the western shore of the lake on a little point that jutted into the water. That night, long after the embers from our campfire had darkened, we all were awakened by the most blood-curdling scream you can ever imagine. The sound raised the hair on our necks and sent chills up the spines of my friends. It sounded like a woman who was terrified for her life.
We were many miles from civilization and there wasn’t another soul around. It wasn’t a woman’s cry for help or anything like that. It was just a bobcat.
Recently, several area residents have told me they’ve seen bobcats. A fellow at Colonial Ridge Golf in Laurens told me Tuesday that he had a pair of bobcats mating in his backyard just a few days ago. He lives on Route 205, just north of Laurens.
Another man said he saw a bobcat come down his driveway to stalk some ducks on his pond, which is just below Morris off Route 51, last weekend. And a lady outside of Gilbertsville said she saw a bobcat cross her road several mornings over the last couple of weeks.
I saw my first bobcat on our farm way back in the 1960s. Over the years, I have seen several others.
In the swamp on top of our hill, I’ve seen tracks every year when I’m hunting deer. One day while bow hunting in a tree stand, I watched one sneak through the pines looking for something to eat. A few weeks ago, while hiking on the hill, I saw two different sets of bobcat tracks in the snow.
Bobcats are wonderful, beautiful animals that seem to be at an all-time high right now. In fact, the bobcat has the widest distribution of any native cat in all of North America.