A Coyote Catching and eating a squirrel in a city with people around

[Vern Humphrey]

Remember Seigfried and Roy?

During a show at the Mirage on Roy Horn's birthday on October 3, 2003, a seven-year-old white tiger named Mantacore attacked Horn. (The name of the tiger has frequently been misspelled as "Montecore" in media reports.) As part of the act, but veering off script, Horn held his microphone to Mantacore's mouth and told him to say "hello" to the audience. Mantacore responded by biting Horn's sleeve. Horn swatted the tiger and barked "release!", while standby trainers unsuccessfully attempted to distract the cat with cubes of meat. Possibly incited by Horn's retreat, the tiger leapt at Horn, swinging at his legs and knocking him off his feet.

As trainers rushed in from offstage to assist, Mantacore bit into Horn's neck and dragged him offstage. Trainers got the tiger to release Horn by spraying him with CO2 fire extinguisher canisters, the last resort available.

The attack severed Horn's spine, resulted in massive blood loss, and severely injured other parts of his body, permanently impairing his motor and verbal abilities. He also had a stroke either before or after Mantacore dragged him offstage.

[Allen]

Yeah, they can be unpredictable. When I visited the cat after it was fully grown it was kept on a leash when out of his fenced area.

I like horses but don't care to ride them as they have a mind of their own and can will do what they want to do.

In this regard I always preferred a motorcycle. It goes when you want it to and stops when you want it to. Occasionally though they will flip over or run into a tree when you're least expecting it. Yeah, those days are over for me--lucky to still be alive I guess.

[Vern Humphrey]

Yeah, they can be unpredictable. When I visited the cat after it was fully grown it was kept on a leash when out of his fenced area.

I like horses but don't care to ride them as they have a mind of their own and can will do what they want to do.

In this regard I always preferred a motorcycle. It goes when you want it to and stops when you want it to. Occasionally though they will flip over or run into a tree when you're least expecting it. Yeah, those days are over for me--lucky to still be alive I guess.

My Grandfather was killed on a motorcycle -- he was a Highway Patrolman chasing a speeder and someone backed out onto the road in front of him. My Dad left college (he was a Senior) and took Grandpa's job. The Highway Patrol had a motorcycle demonstration team -- I have a picture of Dad going around a track standing on the seat, arms outstretched.

Later on. he was racing on an Indian motorcycle, which had tape wrapped around the handlebars. The motorcycle did not have a throttle (this was a pure racing bike.) Instead it had a button that would blip the magneto and cause it to misfire and slow down. A piece of tape got between the contacts, and he couldn't slow down -- he left the track at 80 and broke his back.

[Hal O'Peridol]

UBC is the University Of British Columbia outside of Vancouver BC. The native squirrels out here are black, nothing unusual. Coyotes cannot live on tofu and vegan handouts from the students on campus.

[Vern Humphrey]

UBC is the University Of British Columbia outside of Vancouver BC. The native squirrels out here are black, nothing unusual. Coyotes cannot live on tofu and vegan handouts from the students on campus.

People can't live on toe foo, either -- we don't have enough toes.

[Phloating Phlasher]

Over the years I've worked with Zoos & circuses quite a lot.
I became close to with a full grown Bengal tiger. Everyone told d me the same thing.
"Never forget its a wild animal"
I could access large cow thighbones, with a small amount of meat on them, but chock full of bone marrow. My father supervised a large commercial kitchen.
I'd take them to the zoo as "treats"for the big cats.
I had at least 2 people with me when i gave them to the cats. "Gave" is a misnomer, I threw them from a considerable distance into the enclosures.

[Allen]

Don't know about lions but tigers like the water too, as in laying in the water to cool off. Very un-cat like.

[Phloating Phlasher]

Oh, they love the water!
I remember taking some publicity stills at Blackpool, they took the tigers across the road to the beach to swim regularly. Usually at really really early in the morning before rubbernecks showed up.