As I approached my 4th set yesterday, my heart was racing. I could see where the lynx had come out of the thick willows and was working the edge toward my set. As I approached, my heart sank and bitterness was starting to build. I could see the cat checked out my wing/CD combo and then promply stepped right next to my foothold and continued on the trail. Naturally I had put in a snare on his trail and naturally he stepped right around it! So, I relured, threw a another 4 coiled #3 Bridger and continued down to the next sets.
As I approached set number seven, I could see a little movement. I thought maybe it was just birds moving branch to branch, but I was WRONG! I had a lynx. My drought is over! She was caught in an outside of the cubbie foothold and it was a perfect, frontfoot whole pad catch. She was anchored good, so I took a couple pictures and dispatched it. I made another set further up the slough and headed home. YAHOOO!
