Live and let live

  • Dan Miller


Lion attacks have been in the news lately, but there's one story I'll never forget. It was in the Ogden, Utah, Standard-Examiner last year, and featured a hunter who'd shot an "angry" mountain lion while out hunting mule deer. Investigators from the Utah Division of Wildlife Resources determined that the hunter had acted in self-defense when he killed the lion, a nursing mother.

I had trouble understanding why the animal had to die. I didn't fault the hunter, who apparently believed that his life was threatened. But I also thought his quick-to-shoot response was probably unnecessary. My opinion stems from two sightings of mountain lions I've had while hiking, as well as from some of the books I've read, including The Beast in the Garden by David Baron.

Some would call my point of view idealistic and impractical. Besides, they might tell me, you've never been stalked by 150 pounds of hungry cat. And that would have been true -- until last fall.

On an early morning in late September, we were at the fifth camp of a nine-day float trip down Utah's Green River through Desolation and Gray canyons. The stars were fading into sunrise as I walked through a stand of willows some 30 feet from where river ranger Jim Wright slept on his raft, and from where my wife, Diane, slept above the beach on a terrace ringed with driftwood. Padding through the cool sand in my bare feet, I wavered, torn between the chance for more sleep and a strong desire for a hot cup of tea.

Then a twig snapped off to my right, and I saw a flash of buckskin. I wondered why a deer would come so close to camp. But it wasn't a deer; the movement through the shadows came from a mountain lion, crawling through the brush to intercept my path. Fear shot through my body like a lightning bolt, electrifying nerve endings from my scalp down to my toes. My brain seemed to buzz.

I turned to run. One step, and I realized the lion had crouched and was preparing to pounce. Pivoting on one foot, I turned again, and took a step back toward the poised lion. It froze in its tracks, just 15 feet away. We stared at each other for a half-second. It wasn't backing away, but remained clearly intent on my next move. I didn't know what to do: Should I back away slowly, or should I behave more aggressively -- try to convince the lion that I posed a greater threat?

I screamed. Loud as I could, I screamed, and raised my arms to appear larger and fiercer and unafraid. Then I screamed again and yelled, "Bear spray! Bring the bear spray!" But the lion showed no sign of alarm; it just kept staring deep into my eyes, almost as if in contemplation. There was never a twitch from its whiskers.

My screams woke up Diane and Jim, and when they both screamed as well, the lion's concentration faltered. Within moments, Jim triggered an emergency air horn, and to my relief, I watched the cougar's long tail disappear into the cottonwoods.

Back home, I revisited the article about the hunter who'd shot the "angry" mountain lion and found this advice from the investigating officer, Lt. Scott Davis: "The last thing you want to do is run. Stand tall, make noise, grab sticks, rocks, do anything you can to scare it. If it does get ahold of you, do anything you can to inflict pain -- hit, kick, poke eyes, anything."

His advice must have been lodged somewhere in my memory; in fact, it probably saved both my life and the lion's. Yes, I feared the lion, but I also admired it. I've come to think of lions as symbols of all things wild and beautiful. If I were killed by an attacking lion in one of the wildest places on earth, it would have been an honor -- though I have to admit it's an honor I'd rather not receive.

Unfortunately, society would have found this attitude unacceptable and likely would have destroyed this lion -- which was just doing what comes naturally -- on the grounds that it was a menace to all humans. We seem to worry more about unlikely dangers such as mountain lion attacks than we do about the much more likely threats to life, such as car accidents, which kill some 40,000 people every year. I know that others might disagree with me; they accept the risks of driving a car but find the thought of a lion attack totally unacceptable.

For my part, I believe that we need to preserve wild places and wild animals. It's up to us to accept some danger while learning how to make coexistence possible.

Dan Miller is a contributor to Writers on the Range, a service of High Country News ( He is the photographer for the book, The River Knows Everything: Desolation Canyon and the Green, and lives in Ogden, Utah.

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Brian Holl
Brian Holl
Aug 12, 2011 09:16 AM
Excellent essay, Dan. Glad you both made the decisions you did and lived to hunt again; you for the splendors of nature, and the lion for survival. Your title says it all.
Jeri Edwards
Jeri Edwards
Aug 14, 2011 09:17 PM
Dan, thanks for your essay. A young mountain lion in Prescott, Arizona was not so fortunate and didn't have a chance when the AZ Fish and Game removed it from a golf course. http://prescottdailycourier[…]ID=1086&articleID=96841
I fully agree with you on accepting some danger while learning how to make coexistence possible!
Jeff Chapman
Jeff Chapman
Aug 15, 2011 11:12 PM
I may also have great sentimentality toward wildlife and am fascinated by the difficult balance between extolling the virtues of wildlife and while brushing off the dangers of the same. Alaskans run a tourist industry based on a heritage of bears and wolves, but are equally ready to shoot the same with a reasonable fear of the fact these animals are indeed threats. What is also addressed in books like the author mentioned is the changing habits of protected species to not go to the deep backcountry and wilderness as some would claim but rather into the front country and suburbs where there are food sources. Bears show up in school yards. Mountain lions in garages. In the Olympics front country, a man was killed by a mountain goat. The family is suing the NPS for 10 million dollars due to the fact they should have prevented this from happening. Will you help the NPS pay for this?
You may be willing to face the risks of your activities with fond thrilling remembrances. Do you feel others should face the risks of your activities and your viewpoints? I don’t myself know but I do suspect that if predators are to survive, it will take a more honest awareness of the risks families will be exposed to, and then a willingness of society to take them.
Larry Audsley
Larry Audsley
Aug 16, 2011 07:17 PM
Studies of mountain lion movements using GPS collars have shown that lions walk among us far more than we realize. Co-existence is actually working pretty well, but any time a human encounters a lion that shows no fear of humans, the best thing to do for that lion is to scare the daylights out of it. Same with any other predator. You'll be doing the animal and its entire species a favor.
Joan Fenicle
Joan Fenicle
Aug 16, 2011 08:29 PM
I grew up in the Colorado Rockies and now live in the Sandia Mountains near Albuquerque, NM. Mountain lions are a given - I know folks, including neighbors, who have encountered them without incident; the closest I have come is to be tracked by one while hiking in the Jemez Mountains. It was a mother lion with a cub, very much aware of my presence and curious but I never had the opportunity to see her. We share their habitat and need to respect their presence and admire their beauty. There is a greater risk of harm from walking down a city street at night than from a lion in the mountains.
Susan Nunn
Susan Nunn
Aug 16, 2011 08:55 PM
Dan, thanks so much. I love the lions and any story that will let people know they are a creature of the earth and we need to have respect for them. I ran a guest ranch in the Chiricahua Mountains for ten years and had many encounters. Respect is what is needed, if we expect to live amongst them. Their range has been compromised and we need to understand they are among a small group that gives us "the wildness of nature" that we all crave. Thanks again, Susan Nunn