It began with low rumble from my dog Bryn. A bit of hackle went up and he fixated on something uphill and off to the side. With a quiet but firm "STAY" , I went in the direction of his gaze. A white rabbit caught my eye as it dove down under a dead fallen spruce tree. I thought to myself that something may be after it as Bryn does not rumble at rabbits. I caught some movement through the brush and there it was. With the usual sticks and branches in the way I hastily snapped some shots if only for the memory. Then, abandoning all hope of stealth, I went after him. It was a brief cat and mouse game as he (or she) was on the move through thick brush and blowdown. As he headed uphill I sensed an opening and did all I could to have the lens pointed there and focused in time to catch him. Luckily he stopped in the opening and looked back over his shoulder. That is when I got this shot. He was obviously still thinking about the rabbit that had gotten away. I stayed in the area for two more hours but never say it again. It was a miracle I caught him in the open. This was only the second lynx in 51 years that I had the pleasure of pointing a lens at.