Editor’s Notice: All this week, we’re asking F&S writers and editors to select their favourite—okay, one in every of their favourite—tales from the Subject & Stream archives. You possibly can learn the primary three picks, “Tommy’s Fiddle” right here, Ode to Joie right here, and Ghosts of Africa right here. Beneath, F&S editor at giant, Matthew Each, introduces one in every of Invoice Heavey’s greatest.

Each time I bought a brand new concern of F&S rising up, I’d instantly flip to the again web page and skim Invoice Heavey’s “A Sportsman’s Life,” whereas standing on the mailbox, till I completed. Although I’ve been too embarrassed to inform him, he’s lengthy been a writing hero of mine.

For one factor, Heavey is humorous, and it’s actually arduous to be humorous. However his actual genius is that his work virtually all the time goes a lot deeper than humorous. He’ll make you are feeling how arduous a hunt might be, painting characters as in the event that they’re sitting in entrance of you, and deal with powerful—typically heartbreaking—topics with seeming ease. I can’t consider a greater story that shows all of Heavey’s talent greater than “The Lion Canines.”

From the primary line, he has your full consideration. In case you’ve ever adopted a pack of hounds into the woods, you’ll know precisely what he’s speaking about. In case you haven’t, you’ll nonetheless know precisely what he’s speaking about. He then brings you a grueling horseback hunt for a mountain loin. All through, he nonetheless manages to make you snigger. Then all of it ends in tragedy. It’s the type of story that the most effective writers ought to be measured by. And its the type of story that you simply’ll solely discover in Subject & Stream. —Matthew Each

The Lion Canines

The canines are free-casting alongside a wash on the backside of a anonymous canyon within the Atascosa Mountains a couple of miles north of the Mexican border, silently nosing for lion scent, when all eight blow up. The virtually mournful hysteria of the pack echoes off the canyon partitions, bypasses the rational mind, and reaches into one thing deeper, some preverbal place the place the legal guidelines of males not acquire. All of sudden there’s a coppery style in my mouth, blood hammering into my ears, and I’m alive in a manner I wasn’t only a second in the past. Barely an hour into the primary day of the hunt, it seems as if we might get ludicrously fortunate on probably the most elusive predator in North America.

My information, Jonathon Kibler, dismounts his mule to search for a print. So does Wally Kostelnik, one other information who helps Kibler on this journey and has introduced a few of his canines alongside, too. In contrast to most different North American recreation, mountain lions depart what is named “heavy scent,” evaporating so slowly that the canines can’t inform which manner the observe heads. Within the rapidly vanishing artwork of bare-ground looking—all Kibler does and nearly all he cares about—you should hunt for a print or different signal lest you observe the animal backward.

A couple of minutes later, Kibler attracts a circle within the gravel together with his boot heel and motions me over. With my nostril inches from the bottom, I lastly make out what he has seen from his mount: the 4 toes and two ridges left by the clefts within the heel lobe, which taken collectively, spell lion. Lion tracks are arduous to see. One cause is that grime is scarce on this a part of Arizona, and any terrain not lined by rock is roofed by thorns. One other is {that a} cougar places its ft straight down as an alternative of rolling them, so no particles is thrown behind the observe. And since a cougar solely extends its claws when killing or combating, it leaves no scratch marks. This observe is just some hours previous. The canines are headed the fitting manner. From the frenzied be aware of their bawling, Kibler thinks the lion may be very shut. “We simply might catch this one,” he says. Photographer Dusan Smetana jumps all the way down to get a shot of the print within the morning gentle, then trots his mule quick to meet up with the three of us.

Good Predators

Reality is, I’m unsure I wish to shoot a mountain lion. Possibly it’s skilled courtesy. We’re each hunters, in spite of everything, and the lion outranks me in each facet of the sport besides summary reasoning. It has the widest distribution of any native mammal within the Western Hemisphere, from northern British Columbia to the Straits of Magellan. An grownup tom averages 140 kilos and might deliver down a 1,000-pound elk, antlers and all. When it kills, it fastens its jaws to the again of the prey’s neck, snapping it by twisting the pinnacle with a blow from its paw. A lion can pounce 20 ft or extra from a standstill. Lions have been noticed dropping 65 ft from a tree to the bottom with out injuring themselves. That is partly as a result of a mountain lion’s complete dismantled skeleton would match inside a mountaineering boot field. The creature is all muscle and sinew.

My motivations are additional sophisticated by the truth that I’ve all the time thought you had a duty to eat what you kill. Though you may eat lion (it’s pink and tastes just a little like pork, which, after all, is precisely the best way cannibals describe human flesh). I’m not after meat. Like most hunters, I’ve heard about lions most of my life and have seen precisely zero of them within the wild. To me, they’re the embodiment of stealth, secrecy, and talent. And now that we’ve struck a path, I’m obsessive about encountering one face-to-face.

In fact, that is solely the primary day. I harbor no ambivalence concerning the chase. I can’t wait to hunt the animal, to see the place it lives and the way it strikes when making an attempt to elude the canines. I’ll belief my intestine on whether or not to shoot. That second will come if and after we’ve bayed the lion and Kibler asks if I need his Ruger 44 Magnum, the one with the 1-inch barrel he retains in a particular leather-based holster a good friend made for him that bears a line of scripture incised on the within of the flap. I’ve been nailing orange-juice jugs with the pistol again at camp. Kibler has it sighted in at 100 yards with 240-grain strong factors. Most photographs on bayed lions are at distances of lower than 15 yards.

The canines boil up the wash, then veer off to comply with the scent path straight up the steep facet of the canyon into crimson rock bluffs after which alongside the canyon ridge. The path leads into even increased bluffs, follows the backbone of the ridge farther, after which drops again into the canyon. Going up was scary: happening you distract your self by composing potential epitaphs as a result of you may see precisely the place you’ll find yourself in case your mule slips. (In the intervening time, I’m considering I TOLD YOU IT WAS A LITTLE TOO STEEP is perhaps applicable. Kibler makes use of mules as a result of they’re stronger and extra sure-footed than horses. “When a horse loses its footing, it begins scrambling, similar to people do. A mule will simply drop down onto its brisket, put its ft again beneath itself, and rise up.” Equally essential, mules received’t spook on the scent of lions or blood.) I’m leaning to date again within the saddle that my head almost rests on the hindquarters of the mule I’ve christened Tylenol in honor of the medicine I shall be doubling up on ought to I make it again to camp in a single piece. The cougar crosses its observe as soon as, then once more, and now, three hours later, we’re virtually again the place we picked up the scent.

Instantly the canines go quiet. “I’ll be damned.” Kibler pushes his new grey Stetson, the precise coloration of his moustache, again on his head, seems up into the bluffs, and lets out a protracted breath. “Let you know precisely what occurred,” he elaborates eventually. “That cat watched us stroll 100 yards beneath him two hours in the past, waited till we’d handed, and took off.” When a lion is looking or alarmed, he explains, it reflexively shuts down its scent, which is why the canines can not decide up a path. Biologists haven’t proved this but, however it has lengthy been axiomatic amongst skilled lion males. In any case, this lion has an excessive amount of of a head begin and is not leaving sufficient scent to comply with. “That’s about as near catching one as you will get and never do it,” he says.

The Misplaced Artwork

It’s not sufficient to be good while you’re chasing lions over naked floor. You additionally must be fortunate. That’s why Kibler’s hunts final 10 days. So many issues have an effect on the canines’ skill to scent—humidity, temperature, daylight, how lengthy it’s been because it rained, and the wind—that it is probably not worthwhile to unfastened the canines some days. However should you get on lions (and Kibler normally does get on 5 – 6 in that point), finally you’ll in all probability guess proper and catch one. In case you final that lengthy. “I’ve had hunters exit, spend 10 hours like we did at this time, and ask to be taken straight to the airport that very same evening,” he says with a smile. “A whole lot of guys don’t like to do that as a result of it’s so arduous.”

As for me, I’m already hooked on the bawling of the canines, the sweetness and scale of the nation, the clop of mule hooves in opposition to stone, and the chance that this can be the day you catch an animal most hunters go their complete lives with out seeing. Possibly most of all, I’m hooked on the aesthetics of this type of looking. Some issues are speculated to be arduous. The problem is exactly what makes them matter a lot.

Fifty years in the past, there have been lots of of men within the Southwest like Jon Kibler, who carried between their ears centuries of gathered information. Now there are a couple of dozen. In a technology or so, the one bare-ground lion hunters left will possible be manufactured from wax and paint in museum dioramas. Not so way back, most ranchers saved a pack of canines to take care of the mountain lions that preyed on their livestock. The canines had been bred and taught to hunt near their homeowners, to disregard all recreation aside from what they had been skilled to hunt, and, as soon as on the scent, to comply with it till they dropped from exhaustion or their grasp known as them off. The physique of data that grew up round coaching lion canines and looking huge cats wasn’t written down as a result of no one thought it wanted to be. You couldn’t study it from a e book anyway. You needed to exit and do it.

Wave bye-bye to these days and people males, since you received’t be seeing them once more. Right this moment’s “rancher” is an absentee landlord who leases the land to somebody who has no proprietary curiosity in holding it up. New roads make it straightforward to get into what was as soon as distant lion nation. Right this moment’s cowboy saddles up a four-wheel-drive truck, an ATV, and a snowmobile to get the place he desires to go. Radio collars imply it’s not essential to spend the hours it takes to coach canines to hunt shut.

Cellphones enable teams of broadly separated hunters, all after the identical lion, to coordinate their actions. And Kibler, 56—who wears spurs first worn by his grandfather, was born on a farm, and has been elevating and coaching his personal canines for greater than 30 years—is totally conscious that he is without doubt one of the final of his variety, a dinosaur. He’s even considering of making an attempt to jot down a e book about what he is aware of, not a lot to show as to doc what as soon as was widespread information. He desires to name it The Misplaced Artwork.

Robust Canines

Over steaks, double margaritas, and many Tylenol again on the trailer that serves as camp, I ask Kibler about which breeds work greatest on lions. “Now you’re opening a Pandora’s field,” he says. “See, I’m not caught on breeds. I’m caught on one thing else completely: skill.” He explains that for a lion canine within the Southwest, it begins with good ft. It takes three to 4 years to get a canine as much as snuff, and within the nation he hunts, a canine shall be lame by then until it has powerful ft. That the canine wants an excellent chilly nostril goes with out saying. Past that, it has to have the willpower to remain on a scent path for eight or 10 hours with out flagging. This is named the flexibility to “pound” or “hammer” the observe. However a canine additionally should be capable to run the lion quick sufficient to power it right into a bluff or up a tree—to “drive or push the observe.”

Bitter expertise has taught him that registered hounds not often match the invoice. Walkers, as an example, don’t have the foot toughness or the will to maintain pounding, though they’re quick on a bounce race after the lion has been sighted. Plotts don’t have sufficient nostril, and the 30 or so Kibler has owned over time had been weak in homing intuition. A canine that may’t discover its manner again to the truck received’t make it on this nation. Blueticks, although blessed with good chilly noses and toughness, are hardheaded and received’t push as relentlessly as required. Redbones are good coon canines, however he finds they lack the willpower and drive for greater recreation. Black-and-tans are excellent in some ways. They’ve good noses, will pound a observe all day, and have tons of willpower. The one downside is that they’re black, which is the incorrect coloration for the Southwest. They have an inclination to overheat. Kibler finds that the most effective canine for lions the place he hunts is a mix of Walker, black-and-tan, and bluetick. Such a canine is available in quite a lot of colours, relying on its genetic make-up. His are a rainbow coalition certain collectively by a need to hunt so robust that those left behind on a given day typically handle to interrupt their chains and comply with.

“I’ve been fortunate.” he says. “By no means misplaced a canine lion looking. I’ve had them torn up fairly unhealthy by lions—had them fall, get snakebit, and go misplaced for days. And I did lose a candy canine, Annie, a few years in the past when she overheated in the future. She died about 45 minutes earlier than we bought to the water that in all probability would have saved her. That was powerful. However all in all, I’ve been actual fortunate.” Wally Kostelnik says that in 12 years, he has needed to put down one canine that bought bit by way of the pinnacle by a lion. Each males depend themselves unusually lucky. They are saying that canines falling off bluffs is an ever-present hazard. Lions bay up in excessive locations, and the hounds comply with. What occurs is {that a} bunch will get to jostling each other making an attempt to get on the cat, and the one closest to the sting goes over. Luckily, neither man’s canines have ever had a protracted fall.

Kibler himself almost bought killed as soon as out right here. It was 5 years in the past when a younger mule he was coaching began bucking on a steep descent. The mule went down and landed on him. He sustained a concussion, dislocated his left shoulder, fractured his left shoulder blade, fractured two ribs in entrance, tore three ribs out of his backbone, and dislocated his proper hip. “I wakened after about half an hour or so, regarded on the shopper I’d been guiding for the higher a part of every week and requested, ‘Who’re you?’”

The docs informed him he’d additionally twisted his vertebrae the identical manner that left Christopher Reeve paralyzed from the neck down, solely Kibler had a lot muscle in his neck that it had saved his spinal column from being severed. “I used to be laid up terrible unhealthy. The doc stated he thought he might get me to the place I’d stroll once more, however that I’d by no means experience or hunt.” Kibler didn’t even hassle arguing. After obeying orders for 10 months, in the future he bought again within the saddle and resumed chasing lions.

An Unforgiving Land

The following day, we make a 20-mile loop that begins at sunup and ends about three o’clock. Throughout this time, Kibler admires my Filson Tin Material jacket (“That’s the stuff to have out right here. I am going by way of a Carhartt a 12 months”) and tells me the names of the crops which might be drawing blood from the unprotected components of my physique: ocotillo, which has spiny tendrils 10 to 12 ft lengthy; shin dagger; catclaw acacia (additionally recognized regionally as “wait-a-minute”); and worst of all, a subspecies of cholla cactus known as Teddy Bear, whose dense spines will break off and cling to you should you brush in opposition to them. The canines are silent the entire day. When a panicked jackrabbit zigzags proper by way of the pack, they don’t even break stride. After we lastly get again to a chilly beer and a seat with out a pommel or stirrups, Kibler seems unusually glad. “You realize, a man who didn’t know canines would are available from a day like that and assume it was a failure,” he says. “However take a look at it this manner. We had been crossing deer, bobcat, javelina, rabbit, and unlawful alien tracks all day. And also you noticed how these canines by no means broke off. That’s self-discipline. That’s canines who know their enterprise. Mendacity on my sleeping bag, feeling as if I’ve been overwhelmed by invisible elves with ball peen hammers, I discover myself questioning precisely how distant the closest codeine is and whether or not the canines could possibly be skilled to search out it for me.


On the ultimate day of the hunt, we experience into a spot known as Hell’s Gate, the place a number of canyons come collectively. Nearly instantly, the canines strike within the dry creek mattress. Kibler finds a print displaying that the lion is headed the alternative manner and will get the canines rotated and headed again up Peck Canyon. However the scent peters out atop a tower of rock within the creek mattress. “I’m considering that is previous scent, by the best way the canines are performing,” he says. “That cat might need laid up right here for the evening. Let’s preserve going the best way we had been headed and see what occurs.” Twenty minutes later, the canines strike once more, and even I can inform it’s a sizzling observe. There’s something of their voices that brings again the copper style and the blood pounding in my ears. Kibler desires me to examine the print he has discovered, however I can’t make it out from the saddle and don’t wish to waste time making an attempt with the canines howling so hysterically. He thinks it’s a feminine or a younger tom. We comply with for a few miles, the canines working steadily up and down the scent path. It breaks left and up towards the crimson bluffs. The canines scamper straight up, however the mules should zigzag their manner, setting off small rockslides at every rim.

My worry of falling continues to be with me. However now I notice that the mule has better steadiness, power, and a extra even disposition than I do, so I’m in all probability safer on him than on foot. I simply need him to stroll sooner in order that we are able to catch the lion. Sore muscle tissue and all, I’m feeling unusually privileged to be alive and on this place at this second. Proper now—with the solar warming my again, little wildflowers poking their heads up from between the rocks, and the traditional music of the hounds floating on the air—I’m satisfied there could possibly be no extra vivid or superb option to spend your life than chasing lions.

As we close to the bottom of the bluffs, we see the canines unfold out in a line racing alongside the rim of the canyon above us. They attain the saddle, cross it, and preserve operating up alongside the even increased ridge on the far facet. Then they cross out of sight, simply excessive and into Beehive Canyon. We attempt two routes that dead-end into partitions earlier than we discover one the place we are able to lead the mules up a slender opening bearing as much as the ridge and throughout the saddle. Kostelnik thinks he hears the canines faintly from Beehive, and it sounds as if they’ve bought the lion bayed.

Half an hour later, we lastly arrive on the base of the tall red-rock bluffs that make up the far ridge. These are increased and steeper than any we’ve been on. We tie the mules. The canines are up high, simply out of view however barking loudly and nonstop. “Climb.” Kibler orders. “Quick.” He takes off forward of me.

Kostelnik is headed up a special route, simply to our left, with Smetana and his cameras at his heels. It’s all-fours work, like climbing the Nice Pyramid, scaling one huge boulder to a different, crashing by way of thorny undergrowth that tears at your garments.

After we crest the bluffs, the wind is blowing arduous and canines are boiling everywhere as they attempt to get to the cat, which is hidden within the rocks a couple of yards beneath us. It’s a great distance all the way down to Peck Canyon, the one we’ve simply come from. It’s an excellent longer drop into Beehive, in entrance of us. There are some locations the place you possibly can climb down into Beehive, others the place you’d simply fall. “Proper right here!” roars Kostelnik, who’s standing beneath us on a ledge and pointing to a spot immediately beneath me and out of my sight. Smetana is with him, already down on one knee and taking pictures movie. I hear the lion hiss however can’t see it. I begin to make my manner left and all the way down to the slender ledge the place the 2 males are, however one thing makes me cease and measurement up the state of affairs. It’s solely 10 ft from me to their ledge, however there are not any respectable handholds between right here and there. The canines are scrambling everywhere in the rock in a frenzy to get on the cat, and I do know I’m too excited to be leaping round up right here. Then I look down and notice that I can’t see the underside; I’ve reached a form of chute within the bluffs. One slip right here and your life ends. I drop to all fours as a trembling brown canine scrambles over me as if I’m simply one other piece of rock. By sheer power of will, the canine manages to cling to the rocks on the trail I’ve simply determined I received’t be taking. It attains the ledge and instantly fees forward for the lion. The mad barking of the canines has by some means risen to an much more frenzied pitch. I reverse course and head up a couple of ft, looking for one other manner down. Again the place I used to be a protracted minute in the past, I’m nonetheless simply above the lion however unable to see it. Once more, the cat hisses. It’s not loud. The lion is aware of the canines are extra nuisance than risk. However a lion received’t keep bayed endlessly. In the end it’s going to determine to take off.

I look over the sting once more, on the off probability that the cat might have moved to the place I can no less than glimpse it. Simply at that second, I hear the lads beneath each shouting on the similar time. Then I watch, horrified, as two canines fall off the ledge beneath me. They wriggle silently within the air, spinning their again legs for one thing, something to push in opposition to. The following second they’re gone. “Two canines gone,“ I name to Kibler someplace above me, making an attempt to maintain management over my voice. I hear Kostelnik shouting some extra, and this time he’s cursing. The lion made her transfer moments earlier than, bounding proper between Kostelnik and Smetana and leaping from ledge to ledge, then vanishing over a ridge. She both swatted the canines over or they had been jostled. However the toll isn’t but full. A 3rd canine has additionally fallen to its loss of life. Then Kibler, whom I’ve not seen all this time, although he has been simply above me, yells that one other canine went over, too, however apparently landed 30 ft down on a ledge. For the second, that one is presumed alive. The canines are nonetheless barking like loopy, however all of a sudden all the pieces has modified. That is the darkish facet of that historical music, the value that may be exacted at any time when males and canines and wild recreation get blended up collectively.

Kibler, Smetana, and I meet atop the rocks “We’re not looking lions anymore at this time,” Kibler says evenly. We’re looking canines.” It takes us some time to get the remaining hounds leashed. All three of the misplaced—Tilly, Sally, and Spook—belong, by pure happenstance, to Kostelnik. Brownie, the one which fell onto the ledge beneath, is Kibler’s. Kostelnik has already gone, taking the great distance all the way down to the canyon flooring to search out the our bodies of his canines and retrieve their collars. Kibler and I collect the remaining 5 canines—we took off with 9 at this time—and take them all the way down to the place we’ve tied the mules. Kibler is all enterprise. “I actually need you to remain right here and preserve these canines quiet,” he tells me, his face simply inches from mine so I’ll perceive precisely what he’s saying. “If they begin barking, smack ‘em. Onerous. Use a stick if it’s important to. I’m afraid Brownie would possibly do one thing silly and fall if she hears them.” He retrieves the 30 ft of cotton rope he carries in his saddlebags, undoes one of many mules’ results in add to it, and disappears at full velocity again up the rocks. I sit with the mules and the straining canines for 45 minutes, clamping a hand over their muzzles at any time when they howl. I attempt to cease replaying the picture of the canines in free fall. I’m okay. I can assume clearly, however I’m not all proper.

Lastly Kibler and Smetana come again with Brownie on a leash. Kibler is sporting a decent smile, a mix of remorse and pleasure, and shaking his head. You’re trying on the luckiest canine on the earth proper now.” He tells how he put a loop in the long run of the rope and dropped it all the way down to the ledge. Miraculously, it caught on the one tiny bush down there. Miraculously, it landed with the loop open. When he known as Brownie, she turned towards his voice and—miraculously—caught her neck and one leg into the loop. He jerked the rope closed and hauled her to security. Her rescue, like Kostelnik’s lack of three canines straight away, is a 1-in-1,000 shot. But each have come to move in the identical hour.

Kostelnik lastly returns with three collars in hand and slumps closely in opposition to a rock. He’s a giant man, a weight lifter and lifelong outdoorsman who works as a firefighter in Phoenix when he’s not guiding. He doesn’t wish to discuss, doesn’t need his sandwich, doesn’t wish to be consoled. “They had been the center of my pack, a few of my greatest canines” is all he’ll say. “You couldn’t have purchased these canines off me for $10,000.” There’s a power discipline of grief round him, and nothing to do however mount up and begin the lengthy experience again to camp.

After the Fall

Throughout dinner we make small discuss all the pieces however the elephant standing within the nook, the misplaced canines. I’ve endured sufficient losses in my life to study that silence is the worst treatment for grief. Instantly, my eyes are moist, and everybody’s busy not taking a look at me. “Jesus, Wally, they weren’t even my canines and I’m all broke up about them,” I say. “It have to be worse for you.” He clamps a giant hand on my shoulder for a second, then goes again to scraping a frying pan clear. However no less than the elephant is gone now. The grief has been spoken. A short time later, he begins speaking about Sally, who was his greatest canine, an outstanding striker, a canine that by no means walked over a observe and would push it more durable than every other canine he ever noticed. Kibler remembers Annie, the canine he misplaced to heatstroke a couple of years again. “I’ve been elevating canines for greater than 40 years now, and also you by no means recover from those that die earlier than their time.”

The following day we pack up. Kostelnik masses his mules and canines into his truck. Then he goes to carry out his final chore, fetching the three chains and water bowls that not belong to any canine. Our good-byes are formal. His struggling nonetheless hangs about him like a parka.

As I’m driving out, Kibler, strolling to his truck, smiles and offers me a wink. It’s a throwaway gesture that by some means accommodates a lifetime’s value of expertise and knowledge. It’s as if he’s acknowledging that certain, we had some arduous luck. However you may’t quit due to that. Despair is an even bigger liar than hope will ever be. Damaged hearts are made complete once more in time. The gesture stays with me for a protracted drive and two aircraft rides, till I’m lastly house.

Per week later, Kibler calls me. “I needed to let you already know Wally’s okay. He took it arduous, however he’s looking once more. He discovered the solar nonetheless comes up and the world nonetheless turns, so he figured he’d higher get his pack again in form. There’s nonetheless quite a lot of lions to be caught down right here.”

We make small discuss for some time. Then we get all the way down to enterprise. I ask when precisely can be the most effective time subsequent 12 months for me to return again. “I hoped you’d say that,” he says.

This story, which was initially printed within the July 2003 concern, is a part of the F&S Classics sequence. You’ll find the whole assortment of F&S Classics right here.

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