I only have one lynx story. The year was 1952 and my dad was a young guy out deer hunting. He was siting near a game trail waiting for bambi to come along when he spots this lynx. It's oblivious to him watching as it moves up the trail so, being 1952, he decides that what the heck I'll shoot it and get it stuffed. Make a cool piece for his den. So he levels his .303 and whacks said lynx. Fast forward to the taxidermist. My dad rolls in with a nice lynx wanting to get it stuffed. Taxidermist says no worries, I just need to see you fur bearing animal liscence. HUH? Whoops! Dad packs up said lynx and buggers off home. Mr.Lynx gets deposited in the freezer for future considerations. Fast forward again few years or and dad is now married with three kids. Well three kids and a lynx. Mr.Lynx lives in the freezer still in his new home with wife and kids. Mid 60's roll in and dad is now divorced with three kids. He meets my mom, they get married and me and my brothers come along. My youngest brother was born in 1973. Now dad has 6 kids and a lynx. Yes he still has the lynx. My brothers and I eventually figure out that there is a frozen cat in the freezer in the basement so dad tells us the story. We love the idea and show the lynx to all our school friends. Fast forward to 2014. Dad is 84. Has 6 kids and 12 grandkids and still the lynx sleeps in the deep freeze. Now its a fight with the kids as to who will inherit the lynx and or when it may have to be used in the future, like Jurassic park, to bring the extinct lynx back to life.