Landowner called and said he had lost some ducks and he saw a "huge red fox". I went there tonight and within 30 seconds this female grey came in to Eastern Cottontail. 50 yds, DRT. I sent him a photo and he confirmed that was what he saw.
Next stand on a different farm within 2-3 minutes a big bobcat came out. I misjudged the distance, I thought it was closer but I saw meat fly and heard the bullet impact. It stumbled then ran about 50 yds into some very thick cutover. I did find blood where it ran in but it was too thick to really look. I'm going back in the morning. I know it is hit hard but they are tough animals. I hope to find it but I'm not overly optimistic.

Nice looking grey. Hope you find the cat.

Shot my 2nd called in cat about 15 years ago. Hung up in some brush at 20 yards. I though my .243 70 grain Nosler ballistic tip would still hit its spot. It was a chest on shot. That cat jumped about 10’ in the air wiggling it’s feet and let out a scream. It hit the ground running. There was a tuff of white fur on the ground and a little blood. Never did find that cat and switched over to a shotgun for calling 99.9% of the time after that disappointment. Good luck.

I did shoot my fist called in cat the evening before in the same spot. It came in within a minute and a half. The cat came in from behind me and belly crawled within three feet past my right shoe. I had to wait till it got about 10’ away and started to stand and growl at my whirling woodpecker before I almost missed it with my 4.5x optic. I caught it just below the heart. The 70 grain 243 Nosler poked a bullet sized hole in and out. Should have switched to a shotgun after that incident and I would have scored with cat #2 the next morning.

Blood trailed the cat maybe 25 yds. Just a speck every few feet and some hair in a couple of places. Lost the trail and spent about an hour wandering around the +head high briars and brush and lap piles then I gave up. It is so thick in there that I could have walked right past it. I hate that I can't find it but it happens.

They say 9 lives for a reason

It definitely happens. I hate the feeling but always feel some better about it because of putting in the effort to recover the animal. I walked just over 17.5 miles back and forth through the woods earlier this year looking for a deer my son made a bad shot on during the youth hunt.

I belly crawled through some hedge holes for hours looking for mine with no luck. Only cat I’ve lost….it sucks!