About a week ago I went out and checked my one of my trails and had a lynx follow my trail, dodging snares for about 400 yards. About 30 yards shy of my cubby, he bailed on the trail down a drainage. That day, I built up a new cubby in a better location where I've seen multiple lynx pass by. Built the cubby w/ a grouse wing hanging over the entrance & beaver meat inside for bait. Placed a bridger #4 longspring (all I had left in my trapbox) just outside the front & snared the backside of the tree. Saturday, I went out to check my line. Turning a corner, I got my Bravo's right ski stuck on a stump jutting out of the snow. Got off my machine to lift up and over. Get back on my machine and look up and see this gal staring right at me. Seems like every time I go into a set, always expecting to see something. This time I was too focused on my hung up ski to be expecting anything and bam, there it is, my first lynx. Here are a few pictures of my kitty cat.