On Saturday Preston went scouting for deer and calling for coyotes over by Roosevelt. Little did I know, or him, that he would be bringing home a kitty cat. A BIG KITTY. While he was calling for coyote with his cousin for only about 15 mins they called in this mountain lion. Which they think was stalking them. How stinking scary. It got only about 5 yards away from the boys when Preston lifted up his gun and just shot. Luckily he hit it perfect and it dropped dead right there. Now my problem is...where to put a mountain lion rug???
