Though I had seen a handful of bobcats over the years in Yellowstone, I’d never landed good photos. And I had never seen one in the park interior, despite numerous near-misses. I finally broke my dozen year curse thanks to a cat that was feasting on the carcass of a mule deer (the deer had fallen some 200 feet off a tall cliff above). We were fortunate that the cat was still there at the start of my trip, over a week after it had first been spotted.