Vicious little creeper Ever on the move Somewhat white for Winter of remote Kamchatka. Staying clear of Lynx wolverine eagle Piercing winds crystalline Gigantic tigers Bears are asleep Brutal men Who trade pelts. Skinny and burrowing. Sensing smelling hearing Teensy vole Thirty inches Down in chilly snow cover. Must eat quarter Of his body weight In meats. Daily or lose Out on oxygen, power Nutrient warmth. Hope for tomorrow. Maybe. slick fella.
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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