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Mystery deepens over big cats in Victoria as locals at Wombat State Forest talk of sightings
WE are at Trentham, at the foothills of the Wombat State Forest, enveloped in a heavy, wet mist with sleeting rain hammering us sideways.
The smells are intensely fresh, our senses sharp. There is a start as someone steps in a pile of still-steaming fresh droppings and says: "Cat scat."
We are waiting for the death that stalks the darkness, for one of the big cats prowling silently on padded paws, ready to pounce.
This is no ordinary forest animal. It is grace on all fours. It moves undetected while smelling, seeing, listening to and sensing movement all around it.
We've already seen two photographs from local larrikin Rob Curtin, showing a shadowy cat-like creature creeping across a wet track near his home.
Curious as cats, we cruise an hour north to discover his green-eyed panther poised ready to pounce is a maread more
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