Last weekend I was out in a rural area near San Angelo in the early evening when a wild cat flashed across our suv as we were traveling down the highway. We got a great look at it, but spent 20 minutes debating whether it was a mountain lion or large bobcat because, strangely, it had characteristics of both. I know both well from previous encounters, but nevertheless spent ten minutes comparing pics of the two on my phone just to be sure. We finally concluded it had to be a bobcat.
20 minutes later as we were driving down an isolated road a mountain lion casually crossed the road in front of us and walked into the brush, giving us a perfect view. Very strange evening. No one in that area had seen a mountain lion except for one lady transplant who had said she’d seen one, but had been ridiculed over it.
And now to come back from a round of golf to Atkinson and cat facts. I should have known. It was destiny.