Went on a hunt of a lifetime in Utah. Chased a couple older tracks but on day four it all came together. Worked our asses off. From cutting tracks in buggies, to riding mules in, to walking the mountains trying to cut tracks in crossing points. This cat was in some nasty country. We chased him for two days. Always loosing the dogs in the cliffs. We found him the second day one canyon over with a fresh kill. Full belly and he didn’t want to run as far to the cliffs again. The north slopes had about 1-2 feet of snow and the south slopes were almost bare. He was still up at 8400 feet elevation. Hard ass hunt.
