Before catching the big male in the thornbush we chased a female through the swamps. This necessitated walking in water occasionally up to our waists most of the day.
Best Part Of Event: After putting the cat in a shady spot and protecting its head with palm leaves we headed back taking a long circuitous route because, I contend, we were partially, or least temporarily, lost. This wet cat episode lasted six hours and ended with Rocky’s comment that he was surprised such an old man could have made it. That made my day.
Worst Part Of Event: We knew the general direction of the cat and walked in that direction for about a mile, mostly in deep water. When eventually our receiver picked up the radio signal we were able to point the dogs in the right direction. I have no idea how dogs follow s
What Happened: As per plan, Mark and I hung back, Rocky entered the thick brush, and the dogs continued their ceaseless wailing. Suddenly I heard crashing, a change in the dog’s barking and the whoosh of the dart gun.
At this Mark and I charged through the bush just in time to see the cat up a small tree with the huge pink feathered dart hanging from her hip.
Rocky apologized for shooting my cat but explained that things had just moved too fast. Apparently the cat spotted Rocky getting into position and decided she needed a new venue at which point she sprang from the bush, narrowly missing Rocky, and leapt into the nearby bush/tree. She stared at us from her 10’ high bushy lair while we struggled to get into position to net her.
Our concern was that the drugged cat would fall into the water now s