Posted on 10/05/2012 8:44:46 PM PDT by Olog-hai
A mountain lion roams the streets of downtown Santa Monica until it is shot by authorities.
A black bear searches Glendale neighborhoods for meatballs until it is captured and caged.
Episodes of large carnivores entering urban areas are seemingly on the rise, and scientists say the beasts may be following a path worn by urban coyotes, as well as skunks and raccoons before them. …
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I’m surprised that there have not been reports of feral pigs invading suburban residential areas.
They just shot a mountain lion in central Des Moines Iowa..
The libs will say this is because we are invading their territory. The truth is that the carnivores no longer fear us because we’ve stopped shooting them.
I lived in Yokosuka, Japan when I was around 9, and took my brother’s spider bike out for a ride on some of the less traveled parts of that big Navy base there.
I rode down a deserted road with large hills on both sides covered with green vegetation. Stretching for hundreds of yards on either side of that two lane road were acres of chain link fence. In the fenced off areas there was a vast array of military equipment and machinery in various states of repair. There were fields of what must have been barrels for large naval guns. There were odd looking gray objects of all shape and condition that had been placed there and seemingly forgotten, rust spotting the paint, black hacked off cables protruding and laying on the ground. Launches and landing craft in long lines. Naval shells, 5”, 6”, 8” and even 16” shells.
As I pedaled along, I passed an area that was open all the way to the hills. I looked up, and saw a huge pack of dogs come running out of a cave, barking like mad, coming right at me from probably 100 yards away.
Those hills were honeycombed with tunnels. They had been meticulously boarded up by Seabees (I think) and walled off by large, stout, wooden structures with padlocked doors for access. They were impenetrable. I know this, because we tried. We were always trying to get into those caves. My brother and I almost got lost in one when we went inside with my dad’s spotlight that had an external battery you could carry on your shoulder, and you plugged the cigarette lighter connecter into it. We got a good way into that cave, and my brother dropped the light. Or I did...I don’t remember. But when that light hit the ground and went out, it was black. Completely, totally and absolutely black.
I remember, at that point, with a sharp pang of panic, that we did not have any backup light or matches. Nothing. My heart began to race as the panic rose up in me while we fumbled unsuccessfully in the pitch black to get the light going. I think we were both immediately convinced that the light had broken when it hit the ground, and we knew we were screwed. They would never, ever have found us. There were dozens and dozens of those tunnels, and we were hundreds of feet in.
My brother realized that when the light had fallen to the ground, the cigarette lighter connecter had jerked loose. He plugged it in, we got out, and never went back in any tunnels again.
Anyway, this tunnel on this more remote part of the base where I was riding my bike was either not sealed up or was open and had been inhabited by wild dogs. There were a good number of wild dogs, because military personnel had just left pets behind when they rotated out, and many of the animals became feral. At the time, I did not know this, and when this pack of dogs came running out of that cave towards me, I began pedaling with all my might to pick up speed.
However, the bike had a flaw that made it irritating in the best of time, and at this particular time, was particularly inopportune: when you really, REALLY pushed on the pedals to get going, sometimes the chain couldn’t stay on the sprocket, and it would come off, requiring you to stop whatever you were doing on the bike and put the chain back on. You know the drill. Get it completely on the small sprocket, part-way on the bigger sprocket, then you slowly turn the pedal and get it back on.
Well, when I put the pedal to the metal, you guessed it: the chain came off.
And then the dogs were immediately right on me.
As the first few dogs caught up, they began snapping at my legs, which I pulled up on the handlebars. This all took place in the space of about three seconds from the chain coming off.
I rapidly began to lose speed, and it was crystal clear to me that the bike was going to slow to a point, begin to wobble from side to side, and then fall over. And there was nothing I could do about it.
In a flash of inspiration, I realized my only option was the one I had to go for. I steered towards the nearest chain link fence and leaped off off the bike onto it. I clambered to the top and straddled the barbed wire across the top. It was really awkward, and I slid my bottom legs under the bottom strand and rested my torso on the top strand. (This wasn’t razor wire, it was the old style barbed wire)
The dogs milled wildly ten feet below me, standing on their hind legs as their front legs extended up the fence towards me. Later, my memory thinks there must have been fifty of those dogs, but I suspect it was a dozen or two at the most. I sat up on that fence for what seemed like an hour after the dogs left, I was too scared to come down.
When I did come down, I was terrified to take my eyes off the hill and put them on the bicycle chain to get it back on. I felt like if I even took my eyes away for a split second that when I looked up again, they would be rushing towards me again. When I did get the chain back on, I hightailed it out of there, sweating with panic the entire time.
I have to say that was probably the most frightened I have ever been in my life. I have no idea what those dogs would have done. But I know enough about dogs to know what can happen if they develop a pack mentality. To this day, the thought of being attacked by dogs or any of their wild biological cousins terrifies me.
We are lucky. We are at the top of the food chain, for the most part. But I can say with certainty, I understand the terror that primitive men certainly must have felt living in a landscape inhabited by large predators who viewed early humans as just another legitimate part of their food supply. They certainly must have been constantly tuned into the location of any nearby trees as well as their suitability for climbing.
I live on 20 acres of wooded mountainside in Northern Idaho. My wife operates the non-profit “Mystic Farm Wildlife Rescue” (she accepts donations on her website) and we have lots of young deer and elk in pens on our property plus a pygmy goat, chickens, 3 cats, and two mini horses.
We had coyote problems when we first moved here. My wife found a solar-powered flashing red LED device called a “Nite Guard” online. It is 2.2 x 2.5 x 1.2 inches and weighs 3.2 oz. We hung these around our property and on the four sides of the critter pens and we have not had any ‘yotes in close since then. They are available from Amazon and lots of other places.
The theory is that the flashing red LED fools the predators into thinking there is another “red-eyed” predator who is watching them and they leave the area. I was skeptical at first but we have used them for two seasons and no predator problems since then.
My personal choice is to blast them with a .223 with night vision but this is a LOT easier and cheaper. Less noisy too.
You got predator problems? Check this out.
Hmmm, I wonder if that would work with mountain lions?
That’s a great story. You were very lucky twice.
I saw what I **THOUGHT** was a small pack of coyotes along I-66, ~60 miles west of DC, last weekend. . .
Any thing more than one and you can bet your LIFE THEY ARE.
You won’t see it staring at you for long before it takes your head off, BLACK BEARS EAT PEOPLE.
It’s probably a sign that people live like pigs and keep a healthy mouse and rat population going.
Thanks to enviro-whackos such as BCNP’s Lil Debbie, Naples has designated its golf courses as “panther corridors”
They even proudly place road sings announcing “Panther crossings”.
All dangerous predators are not on four feet.
“Road signs”, not “road sings”.
Sorry.
“Things will change rapidly when a soccer mom or small child is mauled to death by a wild animal in their front or back yard. Sad that it will take something like that to change the minds of those in charge.”
Not true!
Cougar/puma kill about one person a year. Nothing done about it, as so doing will cut funding for agencies, NGO’s and the academented.
Keep armed, stay aware, and it shooting becomes necessary, consider either the Shoot, Shovel, Shut Up concept or otherwise make sure the LEO is told “I was in fear of serious injury or death”.
Then say nothing else until your lawyer is present.
I’m in the country. Coyotes are commonplace, bears are around and my wife and I saw a mountain lion a year ago July.
One does not let the dogs run free here if one values the dogs. I walk them but never w/o a .357 at least.
Nah, we'll just hand it a pic-a-nic basket.
Wow. Great story.
Since I am almost 60 (can’t believe I am writing that number), I do not have a fear of wild life. I cherish any chance to see it. Being in the Pacific Northwest, there are lots of opportunities, to witness animals in the wild. I passed the Cedar River about an hour ago on my bike, and there were HUNDREDS of salmon going up stream. Simply amazing.
We have lions around here but have never had any trouble with them before or after the Nite Guards. Can’t say for sure.
They definitly work on ‘yotes but they are canids and lions are felines.
.223 would work on either IF you want to sit out all night waiting for them...
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