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256 pages, Hardcover
First published April 12, 2016
The lion had not simply walked a long distance, in the Guinness Book fashion easily imagined by any human pedestrian with a few months' spare time and a supply chain of cool beverages and warm lodging along the way. This lone cat had threaded a gauntlet that would have given an elite force of Navy SEALs the night sweats. He had slinked and scampered across 500 glaring miles of naked prairie and industrial cropland, patrolled by a certain culture of guns and antipredator hatred that had already dropped dozens of his fellow pilgrims in their paths. He had slipped through the metropolises of millions, abuzz with four-wheeled predators and guarded by skittish cops armed with orders to shoot. He had forded many of the mightiest rivers east of the Rockies (the Missouri, Mississippi, St. Lawrence, Hudson) and the busiest of eight-lane freeways, some of them rumbling to more than a hundred thousand vehicles a day. Through ferocious heat, cold, rain, and snow, feeding himself on the fly in a foreign land, he made his way as far east as a land-bound animal could go, to be stopped only by the Atlantic Ocean and two tons of speeding steel.
Though the lion's chroniclers were hard-pressed to conjure solid evidence of human injury, any creature with such a hideous howl must surely be a devoted man-eater. The lion gained a reputation for chasing people, with the curious twist of hardly ever catching them.
There were many ways to kill the panther. Besides shooting, trapping, snaring, axing, knifing, or bludgeoning - all of which were commonly boasted of in the chronicles of panther slayers - there was a more roundabout method that never required touching the animal. The cat could be starved off the land.
Over the years, cadres of scientists came forward to challenge the government's scorched-earth policy toward predators as an ill-conceived waste of lives and money. They questioned the economics of spending nearly $30 killing predators to avenge every dollar's worth of sheep supposedly lost to them. They asked why, when the occasional stock-raiding lion called for a surgical strike against the offender, the weapon invariably deployed was a sledgehammer to the entire race. Yet for decades, the predators' defenders were ignored, their damning reports buried in the government stacks.