Did you grow up close to nature? Have you encountered predators and prey in the wild? Do you find predators magnificent, yet scary? Can you hold in your head at the same time two conflicting ideas: that wolves are essential for the ecosystem and should be protected, but can also be killers? If yes, this is the book for you.
I'm a person who doesn't find clowns, scary dolls, or ghosts scary. What scares me are: wild predators and the dark. So this non-fiction was the horror book I couldn't put down. Literally, I forgot to return to work from my lunch break for an hour because of this books. The author uses simple, concise language to tell the story of wolf attacks in Saskatchewan, before diving into the killing of Kenton Carnegie, likely at the teeth of two wolves on a cold November afternoon. After a couple of repetitive sections in the beginning, and a bit too much anger at the scientists in the early chapter, Johnson found his footing and delivered a compelling rebuttal of the coroner's report. He used simple to understand evidence, pictures, and personal communications to show that it was likely the main 'experts' involved in the original inquiry were not the experts that should have handled the case (i.e. they were experts in different animals, not wolves or bears). Johnson also made a strong case for bias; the reason for the bias remains unexplained, but scientists are human and can be afflicted by hubris or the fear of inflaming the wrong societal response (and I'm talking from experience; it's hard to reign in our own biases, and a lot of scientists fall into that trap at least once in their life). I agree with some other reviewers that it would've been nice to have a word outside the official report from the scientists themselves, but I'm unaware of what efforts the author made to contact them (he may have and they may have refused to respond). In the end I too find the hypothesis that two wolves habituated with humans because of the garbage dump, and not a bears (who were likely hibernating at the time) were responsible for Carnegie's death. I can only begin to imagine the horror he felt at the end of his life, and I hope his family had found some peace since the event. My heart goes out to them.
The final chapter was a long discussion about why incorrect science is dangerous, and how much governmental policy is based on guesses and life-depleting hunches. The author made it very clear he thinks that culling wolves is a bad idea (and suggests that perhaps our indiscriminate killing, on top of our garbage dumps, are partially to blame for the attacks in recent years). He discusses growing up as a Native man in Canada, the natural experience he gained and his respect for the wild. I greatly enjoyed this part and didn't mind the tangent into forestry, as I thought it made the author's point clear. I highly recommend for those with a stronger stomach.