Jack Nicholson and Leonardo DiCaprio reportedly had a golf game broken up - by a bobcat.
From the Monsters and Critics:
DiCaprio’s [golf] lesson was interrupted when a bobcat - a small wild cat related to the Lynx, usually no bigger than half a metre high - walked out in front of the two stars.
An insider told Britain’s Daily Mirror newspaper: ‘Leo’s new to the sport and was getting some pointers from Jack when a bobcat appeared at the 15th hole.
‘Jack told him to run like hell. They jumped in their golf cart and fled.’
People tend to get the wrong impression of actors, such as, “why, oh why, can’t we have more men like John Wayne” when in fact, John Wayne was actually Marion Morrison, and the only wars he ever fought in were on movie sets, as he busily smoked himself to death.
Remember the drama kids in your high school? Well, that’s who the movie stars are, except older and they have charisma on screen. The good ones - like Nicholson - can be very fun to watch, but really, they aren’t the characters they play.
Just something to keep in mind the next time you get overly impressed with these guys. I mean, nothing at all against DiCaprio or Nicholson, as I’d much rather celebrities ran away from wildlife than killed them in cages. Nonetheless, I’d feel remiss if I didn’t point out something.
May I present, the fearsome, man-eating Bobcat:
–WKW
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Now, would you run from this?
http://www.pasty.com/discuss/messages/313/492.html#PN
"Run like hell" seems like pretty good advice.
Of course, as someone mentioned on that thread, that's in New York, where the rats in the subways are HORRIFYING MONSTERS! This, I can personally verify.
However, English bobcats are much less impressive as NY cats. They are quite fey and well-mannered. Sort of the Hugh Grants of the Wild cat world. ;)
--WKW
My question is how is it that stars always seem to have these rather remarkable encounters? Methinks their publicists are under the gun to get their names in print, and their imaginations run wild.