First let me say that I am not in any way implying that I believe anyone on this forum is of the type person that I previously addressed, particularly Paul (before) and Dave (now); it's just that we have to click on SOMEONE'S post in order to post a reply of our own. Again, I am not taking issue with what's been said/written, I guess I just get so frustrated with a very long memory about every time I've ever had to hear or read about this subject, and there have been many unpleasant times along the way in doing so.
Dave, there are in fact many many many verifiable reports of wolf and coyote attacks on human beings, in this country and elsewhere. That there ARE myths about there not being any IS the myth. Believe me, such attacks are the singular reason for wolves being exterminated in parts of the world. We are blessed with lives of relative (actually, extraordinary) peace and freedom from such "terrors" as have been borne by previous generations. And when our ancestors came to this country they also brought with them the sure and certain knowledge of what happens when they are not properly dealt with as well as how to properly deal with them. Granted, extermination is not necessarily something that many or most would favor, but it remains that when left unchecked, and when wild predators are no longer afraid of man, man is on the menu.
I will give you an example of some villages (3, I think?) in a province in India, none too long ago. The details escape me now, but over the course of a few years, primarily one village but as many as three, had night time killings of residents, mostly children in their sleep, with the bodies being found (when and if they were found) almost entirely eaten. Lions? No. Tigers? No. Bears? okay, now someone say, "Oh my!" Alright, no -- bears were not on the list... No, the villagers gave in to superstition that it was the work of demons, and if I recall properly they even killed one of their own in the false belief that he/she was the one the had displeased the devils, but the killings went on. If I remember correctly they even began to occur during the day.
Just before the killings ended a few years later, it was discovered that it was a small (very small) local pack of wolves responsible for all of it. Something like 72 or 73 people attacked, most of that number killed, and most of them eaten. By wolves.
Here in the U.S., particularly in the southwest, there ARE documented cases of coyotes attacking humans. Elsewhere here in North America, there ARE documented cases of humans being attacked by nearly every species of wolf but most frequently the grey wolf, which interestingly enough is the one species our brainiac political leaders seek to re-introduce to our areas. Re-introduce? Yeah, I can see it now... "Hello, what's your name?" "Why hello, my name is Little Red Ridinghood..." However, such documented case of coyote attacks are conveniently ignored by most of the media to the point that if you're not local to the incident, you won't know about it. I said "particularly" in the southwest, but most assuredly NOT RESTRICTED to that locale. Not three miles from me, a year or so ago, a 16-year-old high school varsity football player was cornered in the barn on his parents property. Nothing that he (from the barn) nor his mother (from outside the barn) did could dissuade the 3 coyotes that kept up the very uneasy siege. They (coyotes) were still afraid, but not TOO afraid. Only after the sheriff's deputies shot one of them did the others flee, and the whole incident ended.
And then there's my little story, I've posted it elsewhere many a time (perhaps too many times)....
Years back, I was cross country skiing. There is an area down back off the northwest side of the orchard that is comprised of 5 separate ravines (which eventually and rapidly become deep and steep) that eventually come together a ways to the west of the orchard, much in the manner that the fingers and thumb converge on a hand. Long story short, as I was skiing down the one ravine that I've long used, I came upon a story in the snow... A deer was just milling about, when suddenly the tracks turned and broke into a frantic run. A little further along, those tracks were joined by a set of coyote (red wolf) tracks coming in from the side, and a few yards further another set of coyote tracks from the other side. A dozen yards further, and the same thing repeated, with 4 coyotes now hot on the trail of the deer. All of this was VERY very fresh.
As I rounded the bend where two of the ravines (and the streams flowing within them) converged I saw the deer not far at all in front of me, a very thin wisp of steam still coming her (it was a large, mature, healthy doe - so much for "they only eat the old and the sick" B.S.!!!!!!) nose, but a pronounced volume of steam coming from the 2-3 inch hole in her belly. She was laying perpendicular to the trail she had run, on her right side, back toward me and her head arched back in my direction. The snow was heavily trampled over a circular area of about 30 foot radius, and stained crimson from her blood. I went closer and saw that she was brought down by at least two coyotes that had ambushed her from the front. Quite a trap those coyotes set for her... Anyways, upon closer inspection, the hole in her lower left belly revealed that the entire bowel was gone, torn out and eaten (nothing but blood in the snow, so where else did it go?), while she was still alive. I had no weapon on my person with which to put her out of her misery.
While I stood there just trying to take it all in, I was startled by the sound of a stick breaking off to my left (the ravine, which had been heading in a westerly direction, veered along a course heading northwesterly, therefore the sound was off to the west). The day had been overcast to begin with, and now it was heading toward sunset, and the shadows on that side of the ravine were already growing long. Nevertheless, even in that gloom, amidst the brush I saw several dark shapes moving back and forth, almost nervously. All the hair all over my body stood on end and taking one last looke at the carnage surrounding me I kicked and poled myself along the trail as fast as I could go. About another half mile on, at the point where there is only one broad shallow stream, there is a large clear opening in the woods, and the terrain has sloped down such that there is a crossing, perpendicular to the stream. The trail was more or less an "S-curve," and at this point is again heading westerly, with the crossing (mostly used by snowmobilers) runs north-south. There is still a good bit of climbing to get out of either side of the basin. I headed south, which would take me back toward the road. I was out of breath and my heart pounding so bad that it was snapping my head back and forth by the time I cleared the top of the basin. A few yards out into the open fields, and something told me to stop and get down. I dropped instantly.
What I saw next made for nigtmare material for a long time afterward. I am no stranger to the outdoors. I have trapped since the mid 1960's, fished since the early 1960's, hunted since the early 1970's... been out alone fro long stretches at a time. The only thing on God's green earth that honestly scares me is the Siberian Deer Ked... but that is another story. Anyhow, what turned my blood cold and literally skipped my heartbeat was the sight of one large and two smaller coyotes clearing the woods, running in what i call "hunt mode," wherein they run a few strides and then take a leap into the air to clear the snow, all the while they're in the air their head is turning to assess their surroundings, looking for their quarry. The snow that was spraying up had some small red balls of red-stained snow. These were the same coyotes that had brought down the deer... and now, they were tracking ME. They were only about maybe 25 yards out and would have crossed my path not too far out in front of me, and the lay of the land would have definitely allowed them to spot me. Well, shock turned to rage, and I stood up and bellowed as I swung the ski poles in the air.
The lead coyote (looked to be to be the alpha female) stopped and stood her ground, head somewhat lowered, staring at me. The other two, obviously younger ones, started to run away, but a glance at their leader and they nervously held their ground, anxiously shifting their eyes between me and the leader. Well, talk about a plan falling apart in a hurry.... mine, not hers...
I repeated the bellow-and-swing-my-useless-against-coyotes-ski-poles routine. The lead gripe (oh yes she was) still stood her ground, once again the two younger ones flinched and by now seemed ready to come unglued at the seams, but stood their ground, learning, learning, learning from that old matriarch... Well, hot rage cooled quickly to fear. I knew that if they attacked, I was toast. Or whatever you call human meat. Out of desperation, I started bellowing and skiing straight at them as fast as I could muster, off the trail in the knee-deep snow. The younger ones were about to turn inside out and pee themselves in the process, but that old gripe just stood her ground until I had closed the gap to half the distance, at which time she licked her chops in a face-saving gesture, turned about face and slowly loped off along her back trail. Those two younger ones disappeared in a vaopr trail.
The whole thing, from the time I cleared the rim of the basin to the time it was all over, was less than 2 minutes but it felt like an eternity. I never go skiing or snowshoeing or anything else that'll put me at a disadvantage in a coyote encounter unless I am armed with a gun, except when bowhunting, of course.
If you know me, then you've probably grown sick of hearing this and other tales of coyote encounters... like the pickers in the fall here at the apple orchard (92 acres here), unnerved by the presence of coyotes sitting there staring at them from very uncomfortable distances... coyotes loping along behind the tractors, not at all unlike their domestic cousins, but unlike our dogs, they are most unwelcome... or the coyotes peeing on our dog's house in broad daylight, with him IN IT... or catching them peeing, on our own home... I don't let our daughter take her run in the orchard anymore. Her running would, I am convinced, only provoke a predator response from them.
Tell the "wolves are so spiritual" crowd to shove that statistic from India up their bloomin' arses. My Good Lord... I've even had people - otherwise intelligent, HIGHLY educated and rational people - buy into the manure that it was the wolves that taught the Native Americans how to hunt, that "the wolf spirit" (yes I swear that's what they say!!!) came to the starving peoples and had pity on them, then showed them how to take the life of "brother deer" without offending him, etc. etc. etc.... To which I reply, "Oh really? ...And what were these people eating in the first place that they could live so many generations without the help of some wolf spirit, that they suddenly could no longer eat and were starving? And why did they then turn around AND KILL THE FREAKIN' WOLVES?!?!?!?!??!" MORONS... absolutely gullibullistic (yeah I know it's not a word but it just kinda rolls off the tongue when describing such folk) idiotic morons.
Look at cougars... When not hunted, YES, they DO start attacking and eating people. And the documentation is growing at an alarming rate. Even bears - right here in NY's Catskill Mountains, not 100 miles from NY City for goodness' sake... baby girl, taken from right in front of her mother, dragged away into the woods while still screaming in the bear's jaws, and then eaten... Tell the mother how bear attacks on people are "rare." I'm sure she'll agree that her baby being a statistic is an ordinary part of life.
Anyhow, I apologize for going so long, and almost certainly I've crossed posts with someone else since I started writing this whole thing. Sorry.