I almost rambled on further in that prior post. In crediting wolves with the same "Hunt for sport" glorification of dominance and ego as human.

I don't know that there are any other critters that hunt for sport besides man and wolf.

I will say tho. That more than a few predators really savor the kill. Play with their food in a manner that resembles sadism.

On a vacation 1 year in homer Alaska. I watched a bald eagle toy with a rabbit lunch. It went on for at least 15 minutes if not 30. A came across the lunch date on a walk along the homer spit. That eagle was 20-30 yards away. He didn't give a dam that I stopped and observed. My gosh it was a cruel death. And the rabbit wasn't quiet about it. Worse, a rabbit under extreme duress cries like an infant. Disturbing is an understatement of that memory. Not sure if it was the eagles mate. But after about 10 minutes. A 2nd eagle joined in and they literally tore that rabbit limb from limb. I stayed the duration. When they were done. There wasn't much left beyond blood and tufts of fur.

I also watched my gf's pet cat torture a mouse. Dropping it in the cats water bowl. Then watching till the mouse struggled to get out of the bowl. Then grabbed it. Dropped it back in the bowl. And did so repeatedly. That poor mouse!
Finally, in utter exhaustion. The mouse in the water owl could swim no longer.
That pissed off the cat. It grabbed the mouse out of the bowl, using her paw to scoop the mouse out, tip the bowl over. Then smacked the mouse, like cats do. Kinda like a bltch slap. Once or twice came the slap. Then the cat batted the mouse around the kitchen like a hockey puck. Finally the cat sat at the mouse staring, then looked over at me as if to say. Ty sir, may I have another. The cat finally walked over & sat at my feet. Started meowing loudly, In protest? Complaint?

That house I was living in was one of my favorite homes ever. The laundry room was next to the kitchen and there was a phone desk (Internet) in the laundry room. Great layout! You could do laundry while you cooked a stew on the stove and surfed the net in between. That particular day was the 1st day off I had had in many weeks. I was working 2 jobs back then. Loading up the kids college fund. Back then I had the kids during the week. Wife had em Friday night thru Monday morning. So I was getting the laundry caught up. Cooking some meals up for the week ahead and had only boo the cat & my bottled pal JD. Gf was at work too...
So, I was already half lit when boo the cat came into the kitchen with the mouse.

That drown the mouse game should have aroused some empathy in me. Instead Boo kitty had me laughing with spit spattle nose bubbles. It was my 1 moment of bonding I ever had with the gf's cat.

I don't think the eagle hunt counts as sport. That seemed more a heinous dinner date. Boo the cats sadistic moment? Yeah. That was pure sport. She left the drowned mouse next to the kitchen table. Maybe her yowling at the end was her nagging me to toss the wretched rodent in the trash.

Yeah boy. Whenever anybody mentions something along the lines "women are so catty", or some such. I immediately recall Boo Kitty water bowling that poor mouse.

My point in all of this.
Wolves and some of the cat family.
Ignoring them, getting outta there way- doesn't work. I wouldn't try it.

Cougars and wolves are well known kill for sport predators. Like man- I think it's an ego thing. If they could. You know wolves would drive a jacked truck, the pack full up in the bed. Cougars would be in the kc light bedazzled CJ5. Winching the kill up into a tree to age properly.
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Hmm. Carolina & Vegas. That sounds like a long 2-1 & 1-0 series. Both prefer to muddy betwixt the blue lines. Make you pay to enter the zone.

There will be blood! Bludgeoning with bowling pins!


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And, dare I say; even theft of milkshakes!



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