We used to get them in a wood where we released pheasants, never bothered with them too much and anyway they were as wild as hell. Used to see a big old grey moggy quite often but he was always too smart for me. Later on in the winter I was a walking gun when we drove the same wood, a terrier went into a log pile and I was expecting a bunny to come out but it was the grey moggy that bolted. The poor old fella did not get far as I rolled him over with an ounce of sixes. Never shot one since. Not the most exciting of stories I know but alot more sporting IMO than shooting a treed cougar or a leopard coming into a bait. At least the shot took a modicum of skill.