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A reader sent me this shot, captured on his trailcam in Russell County. (Just added a zoomed in version.)
What do you all think?
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It’s a bobcat.
It looks to be a Bobcat
You guys are no fun! I’m also certain it’s a bobcat. The motion blur makes the main coat appear to be solid in color but the spots on the inside of the right rear leg are pretty obvious. The tail could be long and tucked against that right leg, but it’s far more likely to be a short tail.
For what it’s worth, the sender didn’t claim that he had a cougar picture! But he thought it would be fun because people he had shown the shot to were not certain about the animal’s ID.
OK, since no one else will, I’ll take the bait. It’s a bob-tailed cougar.
Paul takes one for the team!
It is not a bobcat. It is one of the recently escaped Long-legged Tailless Hedgehogs. Last week it was reported that 7 of the critters fled an institution in Honaker when an attendant inadvertently left a gate open after the evening feeding. Native to a small expanse of wilderness outside of Paro, Bhutan, this particular Hedgehog is the largest of the 17 known species worldwide. The research facility in Honaker had the 7 under quarantine since April of this year. They acquired the animals through a grant from UVA Wise in hopes of understanding why Hedgehogs roll into a tight ball when faced with danger. By studying the genome of the Long-legged Tailless Hedgehog, researchers aspire to uncover why the UVA (C,ville) football players roll into a tight ball most every November when they face VT. Frankly, I hope the answer rests somewhere in the Hedgehog’s DNA. I am tired of blaming old Tom J., and his ghost-like guidance, for UVA’s spiritless response to VT on the gridiron. Plus, I know VT fans that have forgotten that UVA is a rival. With every passing year, the recollection of a UVA victory becomes more challenging. Go Hedgehogs! Go Hoos!
It’s a wayward Boxer waking up from a late nite card game.
Now we are getting somewhere….
Bobcat all day long!!!
That’s my picture, and until Mark pointed out the spots inside the legs, my best guess was that it was a terrible picture of a funny-looking deer. A deer with no head. Or tail. And cat legs.
I actually wouldn’t have been shocked if it turned out to be funny-looking deer with no head, tail or legs, Mike! Trailcams get some funky stuff out there.
I am still pretty sure I got a nighttime picture of a fairy (the Tinkerbell kind) a few years ago.
I wish it were Dan Casey running away after getting his pink slip during the RT downsizing.
BUMMER ALERT: ATTENTION every fisherman who has ever taken their dog fishing.
After a lifetime of dogs and fishing, yesterday, the worse case scenario occurred. My 14+ year old (and beloved, of course) Beagle mix got around me when my attention was diverted, maybe 5-10 seconds, and decided to ingest a crab bite (Fish Bite bait) that I was getting ready to remove from the hook. The Peach got the hook with the bite, and before I could help her from doing it, she had it down her throat and lodged in her esophagus. Now, it is 24 hours later, I am down around $3000.00, and yeah, the zeros are correct, and we are waiting to see if the next three to five days gives us back the Peach or a terminal dog. Yeah, I know all the arguments…she’s too old to spend the money, that money could be better used for……
I merely ask that you judge me not, but I figure it is worth mentioning on an outdoor blog that dogs and fishing are not the best idea. Oh, and spare me the stories of how you and your dog just love it in the canoe, etc. I’ve been there, and done that. The vets (three places, so far) said that while the most often to ingest hooks are Labs, perhaps owing to the number of them here at the Bay, it just seemed to them after countless hooks removed, that dogs and fishing wasn’t the best combination. I am 63 years old and have had more fish hooks and dogs in my life than most folks, but as careful as I have been, well, ………
Just thinking I could have left the dog home and bought a bigger boat.
Total bummer, Perch. Hate to hear it. Keep us posted as we hope for the best.
No doubt about it. Thats a Chupacabra!
Thanks, Mark, I’ll let you know. We’re weenies about the dogs. Not stupid, or blind or anthropomorphic or any thing, but I suspect most of you know what I’m talking about. Too poor to not fix them, they’re our most important asset these days!
I had a $1,500 Dollar cyst removed from mini Schnauzer back like of the family and eats like one too.
I’m sure hope she will be fine.
A smallish Lycan.
It’s a full grown Snipe. Hunted them at scout camp. Mystery solved. Next.
With the spots on it’s back leg’s,make me think it’s a bobcat
In a secret lab in the basements of a Virginia Tech building, researchers have been studying the effects of a particular delivery form of radiation on rats. It turns out that they get bigger and grow furry tails and longer legs. Occasionally they escape and get their pictures taken on a trail cam. Watch out: they are known to have long sharp saber-like tusks and are vicious. Luckily they glow in the dark so nighttime attacks are rare.
Mark and Amatuer, Peach is home and recovering. We’ll know in a week if she’ll live or not.
Thanks again for the good thoughts, I’ll let you know how it turns out. Cautionary tales are best learned at someone else’s expense, huh? At least we know that Crab flavored Fish Bites will catch little dogs. She seems to have preferred pink.
It’s a strange rare creature known as Beamer’s Puddycat, and it pays football for the VT Hokies! (It might even be the kicker!)
That’s a definite bobcat
its a suped up bobcat! some folks callem lynixes
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Mon, 09 Dec 2013 03:47:15 +0000
While growing up in rural Southern Oregon, Mark Taylor
developed a passion for the outdoors while he and his younger brother tagged along with their father on fishing,
hunting and camping adventures.
Graduating from Northwestern University in 1988, Taylor spent four years as an officer in the U.S. Navy based
in Norfolk before moving into journalism.
After five years writing about the military for a Norfolk-based publishing company, he became the outdoors
editor at The Roanoke Times in 1998. He lives in Roanoke with his wife and twin daughters.