Thats good. You have me beat. Place I used to trap was a civil war battle ground of some sort. I had permission to trap and the land owner gave a guy with a metal detector permission to look for bullets, etc... His detector starts going hay wire and he got all excited. Bent down with his little digging tool and hit the pan. Scared the doo out of him but I didn't catch any hands like you. He left the trap alone and talked to the land owner who apologized for forgetting to tell him, lol.
A bobcat in your trap at 5:00am is better than a stout cup of coffee anyday.