I remember having read a book in college days written from the point of view of a young fisher (breed of weasel) who lived in Grand Teton Park. I think that the title was The Winter of the Fisher. Imagination was thrilled by sights and climate and critters of Wyoming.
c. 1975
Synopsis by Amazon Books:
The fisher, a magnificent fur-bearer larger than the marten, inhabits the forests of North America. Seldom glimpsed, he is solitary and nocturnal. This novel, tells of one year in the fisher's life, from the spring of his infancy to the next spring, when his first mating occurs. It is the story of struggle and survival as he establishes his territory, battles with fellow predators, and faces the harsh months of winter. It is also a story of the lessons he learns from the most dangerous predator of all - man. Along with the fisher's world, there are vignettes of the animals who share his terrain, and the mingling of their stories forms a tapestry of the interdependence of all living things.
Imagine getting face to face with a huge Siberian tiger. He manages to get your entire face in his gaping mouth. You punch frantically. He coughs in response, and you pull yourself free.Then some half-hearted wrestling. He isn’t really hungry (lucky you). End of bout. See you around Striper. Animal runs off to the taiga. (True story). A book that I read had thrilling photos. One of them showed hunters standing shoulder to shoulder along the entire stretched out body of the dead cat. There were nine hunters! A game warden’s hunt for a crafty man-eater took up the second half of the book. What had led to a wilderness poacher’s demise? How to track, find, position and destroy? Without becoming the next hasty lunch.
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