Yesterday was the first time the Bobcat had returned to its kill. I found tracks(note the rounded nature of the track with no claw marks like a canid), and noticed the deer had been pulled further back into the tall grass. A leg, and some of the chest meat had been eaten. Flies were just overwhelming. Despite the gore, the area was fairly clear of odor. I returned today and found even more of the deer consumed. The carcass was pulled even further into the swampy grass.
As I spend more and more time out and around the "kill zone", I wonder if the Bobcat is lurking nearby. Evvy and I hiked four miles this morning, which included a stop by the deer carcass. We ventured up Derry Hill, the eastern boundary of the Britton Farm, where this cute little cabin sits.
Along the trail there is a very steep, section littered with granite boulders. The rocks are big enough to climb on, and perfect for den opportunities. Perhaps the Bobcat rests there during the heat of the day? I have hunted in this area often, and found bear sign at the top of the granite exposed hill. This area is just teaming with wildlife of all kinds.
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