this is one of the strangest films ever -- a disney wilderness film (which i tend to love), it features a lynx named "lefty", who lives with brillcream-handsome ranger joel and his dog "brandy" in domesticated technicolor bliss. his misadventures include getting snagged in a boxtrap and tumbled down a very steep hill by an angry wolverine, whom joel later hurls a good 150 feet in the air into a pine tree. neither lynx nor wolverine look too thrilled during their violent tumble, and the wolverine is never seen again after he is tossed into the next county. later, joel runs out to quiet the rascally lefty (who is antagonizing the sled dogs in their kennel) wearing an undershirt, towel, and shaving cream, and is the subject of an unfortunate "towel-drop" joke that would be inappropriate even if it didn't feature a reaction shot of one of the dogs looking alarmingly at whatever joel has under his towel. animal sadism, the loneliness of a wilderness ranger, and sex farce wrapped up in amber-tinted disney packaging -- what more could you ask for?