It was given a pill.

It is a dreaded bush tigercat. Identified by the stripes and not to be confused with the ordinary tabbycat.

Luckily we came upon this one while it was unawares else all hell could have broken loose, a charging bush tigercat is not to be played around with.

.375 H&H Mag 300 grain woodleigh round nose softpoint at about 70 metres ended its days of villiany and evilness.

Gawd man, you have big cajones! I have hoped one day to take a bush tigercat, but as yet I do not have a big enough gun. I think the .375 H&H a bit light, but since you made a head shot.....

Dan

Pres., TYHC

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I bagged one a couple days ago while using my Ram 360 FanBlade.

I'll never forget it either..the excitement, the adreneline rush.....I inserted the key and turned it,ER-ERRR-ERRR, VROOM.........KA-THUNK, CLING, THUMP...and then silence.

What the hell was that, I wondered as the night shadows closed in? Oh well, it's gone now as I pulled the selector down to 'R' and began to move backwards.

Then I saw it, still kicking in the gravels....a half grown Bush TigerCat...going through the death throes of a mighty beast. I leapt from my truck and sped to the dying animal...right between the ears, cleaved in Samarai fashion, the 360 FanBlade had done it's deed.

I patted the trucks fender as I walked past and said, you're Ram Tough, old girl, Ram Tough!