I slewed around, and I grabbed my cat by the back of the neck. I was going to pick him up. I thought he was dead. But he started drawing right up! My gosh, I didn't know what to make of it. I put both my hands onto him, and grabbed him hold, but his old legs were so long, and the old claws so merciless. They were kicking but they were away from me.

I didn't know what to do. The gun was there up against the tree. At last I hove him down and jumped on him with both feet. I had one foot on his neck and one on his back, behind his shoulders.

It was something to keep up, and he was nearly beating me. He was nearly getting out from under me, but I grabbed my gun. It was only a single shot .22 and you know it was a hard job to get the bullet to go in the chamber.

So I thought about it. I took my gun and I started tapping him on the head, but I was afraid to hit too hard. I thought I'd break my gunstock. But I gave him quite a whack, though, and kind of dazed him a little bit. But you know, their heads are some hard. The lynx's skull is some hard.

So I got a cartridge in, and I put the muzzle of the gun to his head. But you know what happened? Their heads are kind of flat and the bullet went up over. It never went in! It just bounced up over. That's the only time that I ever thought I was in trouble.

I had a guy with me one time. I used to be trapping with him a lot. He was a Williams fella, a cousin of mine. He told me he did the very same thing one time by himself.

He caught a cat that he thought was dead. He had his snowshoes on. When he discovered he was alive, he hove him down, and jumped on him with the snowshoes. His gun was hung up and it was hard to load, trying to keep the cat from getting away. The snow was quite soft and the lynx kept working his way out. Just like my lynx.

I'll never forget that one. That was about the only dirty one ever I had.