Shadow Mountain: A Memoir of Wolves, a Woman, and the Wild
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After forming an intense bond with Natasha, a wolf cub she raised as part of her undergraduate research, Renée Askins was inspired to found the Wolf Fund. As head of this grassroots organization, she made it her goal to restore wolves to Yellowstone National Park, where they had been eradicated by man over seventy years before. Here, Askins recounts her courageous fifteen-year campaign, wrangling along the way with Western ranchers and their political allies in Washington, enduring death threats, and surviving the anguish of illegal wolf slayings to ensure that her dream of restoring Yellowstone’s ecological balance would one day be realized. Told in powerful, first-person narrative, Shadow Mountain is the awe-inspiring story of her mission and her impassioned meditation on our connection to the wild.
Dampness. She came into the world with eyes beaming a dazzling feral blue and a dense crop of bison-brown hair tipped with wisps of blond as though she had been dipped in starlight. My sister, more beautiful and brave than ever, came to Wyoming to welcome her, to tell her about faith and fight and never giving in. Less than a year later my sister Robin lost her long, brave fight against cancer on the night of May 10, 2000, at the age of forty-two. Only hours before, lying in her hospital bed,.
On "Return to text." CHAPTER 3 “the deep current of pre-comprehension running silently”: Paul Shepard, Traces of an Omnivore (Washington, D.C., and Covelo, Calif.: Island Press/Shearwater Books, 1996), p. 168. Throughout Shadow Mountain I reference Paul Shepard’s work both directly, through quotation, and indirectly in the exploration of ideas related to our alienation from the natural world. For anyone interested in a rigorous and thorough examination of man’s relationship with animals and.
With Gerry, and although he denies ever having asked Gerry to help in any way, that night Gerry drew me away from the other guests. As we stood outside under a starry sky, Gerry put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Young lady, Imagine and I think you should go to Yale, we want to help you do that. This is a gift, not a loan. We wish you luck.” He handed me a check that allowed me to drive across the country, pay the rent, and buy the first semester’s books to begin graduate work at Yale. I was.
Reflect the integrity and consciousness of both our goals and the creature they represented. We needed art to reach far enough to reconnect the public to what I believed they already knew and felt not just about wolves but about animals in general. I believed that the drama of art representing the power of something passionate, a drama that works through the power of image and language, could, like fine dance, music, or painting, take a reader or participant into the place of our true human.
Reintroduced animals from Yellowstone. Steinmasel, according to a later account, was feeling anxious, confused, disgusted, and mostly terrified. He pleaded with McKittrick to report the incident. Again, he was ignored. They jointly decided what was needed was more beer. Leaving the carcass bleeding and cooling, they headed down the mountain to a small corner store for a twelve-pack. On further consideration, after a few Miller Genuine Deluxes, they realized the collar was probably still.