The boys got me into position, had a video camera ready, and handed me a borrowed .243, ready to go. There was a wee bit of consternation when I squeezed the trigger, only to hear a loud click...wrong caliber of ammo. After unloading the .22-250 shell that had gotten mixed in with the .243 bullets, I regrouped, and at the shot, the tom made a spectacular leap out of the tree, landing way below us and slinking off, soon floundering and toppling over 100 yards below us. The dogs went ballistic, of course, but the guys managed to control them so that we could make our way down to the cat and take some nice photos