the first fishercat i ever saw was out in the Berkshires several years ago while turkey hunting...i'm fully camo'd walking through the woods and i hear movement up ahead...a doe comes out of the brush and stops 20 feet from me, staring at me but not knowing what's up...i'm still, staring back at her for half a minute...then off to my right i see more movement and look up, a fishercat proceeds to run in between me and the doe and kept running until it was out of sight...both me and the doe stare at this critter as it runs between us, then we both look back at each other and she finally bolts...
i'm standing there wondering why an otter is running around the middle of the woods in southwestern mass??...
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