My old Buddy Red Martin and I were calling Coyotes up in Kane Springs out side Las Vegas. It was early morning when we started and getting close to noon when we got to the spot where we would make our final stand. Red had on his brand new Down jacket his wife had bought for his birthday and once the sun started to get high in the sky he decided to take it off and lay it on the ground next to him. We had opened a can of sardines and poured the oil on our boots when we walked into the stand, then tossed the sardines around the area to help kill out scent.
We got settled in and I began to play on the dying rabbit call. Within a few minutes, a small bobcat came creeping through the sage and Red alerted me with the squeaker. We were sitting back to back so I couldn't see what was going on.
The cat came right up to Red's boots and was sniffing the sardine oil. Red decided that the bobcat would make a great live trophy so he grabbed his jacket and used it to cover the bobcat. The fight was on. When I heard the commotion, I jumped to my feet and saw Red and the bobcat rolling around on the ground with goose feathers flying every where. In less time than it take to tell, the Bobcat was in high gear headed to Reno and Red was sitting on the ground holding a few scraps of cloth and surrounded by goose down.