Rising folk star Taylor Mitchell killed by coyotes

news ^ | October 29, 2009

[JoeProBono]

A PROMISING young Canadian musician has been attacked and killed by coyotes while on a tour promoting her new album. Taylor Mitchell, 19, was considered a rising star of the folk music scene, having just earned a Canadian Folk Music Awards nomination.

She was hiking alone on the Syline Trail in Cape Breton Highlands National Park when a pair of coyotes attacked her.

Tourists rushed to her aid when they heard her screams and found Mitchell bleeding heavily from mulitple wounds "all over her body", according to The Canadian Press. "She was losing a considerable amount of blood from her wounds," paramedic Paul Maynard told TCP. One of the animals was later shot by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, but the other got away.

Park officials said it was highly unusual for coyotes to be involved in such an aggressive attack.

[trisham]

I wonder if she might have crouched down and held out a hand to them, as one might to a dog. They would then likely have seen her as vulnerable prey. Someone who is naive in the way of predators might do something like that.We'll probably never know.

[Zman516]

Since one of the “coyotes” was killed, I would think that
the RCMP’s could determine if it really is a coyote or not.

Anyway, very sad, prayers for her family.

[devolve]

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LOL!

Good find potlatch!

[devolve]

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My brother’s prize Brahma bull just happened to socialize with some of our young dairy heifers

One Brahma-Jersey heifer result would go under fence if before she could not jump them

Angus (not all black - there are red Angus too) are mostly a gentle well-mannered breed

Breed a Brahma to an Angus and you have a devil in your pasture - dunno why - nasty result - most cattlemen know of this

Santa Gertrudis (King Ranch) are not as bad as Brahmas or Brangus

There is also the Beefalo - no much of popular breed

Whiteface always seemed to be a problem with screwworms and eye infections in South Florida

Brahmas could usually thrive on sandland pasture when other breeds would lose weight and require pasture like the high nitrogen mucklands around Belle Glade (another great auction and show facility there)

[potlatch]

No ‘good find’, I went looking for it. That’s exactly what my daughter’s raised and I groomed. Had to bath them for Stock Show in March. One year it was icy cold and had to bring them in the house to dry. If nose runs, they get ‘sifted’.

[Titan Magroyne]

Someone on the road where I grew up had a small herd of Santa Gertrudis. Very handsome critters, some tame enough to accept petting over the fence.

I’d never seen or heard of Brangus til I moved out here 30 minutes away. Had no idea about the bad disposition to come with the mix.

Before I moved here, the same neighbor who had the Brangus behind me raised rodeo roping steers. He’s been hooked in the thigh by one aiming for one of the blue heelers, was also protected by his dogs when he had his heart attack in the paddock with them.

Back to the subject of this thread, a pack of dogs gone feral offered themselves up to my neighbor a few years ago. You can hear the coyotes yipping out there in the bottoms, but it’s the packed-up dogs that give one pause out here. The last one of those dogs to charge him was so close he ended up having to bludgeon it to death with a $600 rifle. (Ah, I think I’ve just figured out why he uses shotguns to the exclusion of all else these days!) He says at the time his daughter was 9, and at first she screamed at him to not shoot the doggies. You can imagine his terror that they bypass him and keep going for her.

Oh, one more tale of cattle. I used to work with a fella who raised a herd of Longhorns. It began with not wanting to mow all his acreage, y’see... Well, whoever among them developed a nasty disposition would be next on offer as halves and quarters on the work bulletin board. Jac didn’t put up with dangerous animals. Too, he has an African Watutsi bull, and raised an American bison as a big ole pet. Billy was an amiable bison until the day he walked out of a gate that was left open. Some moron tried to trap him against a fence with their truck. He went into such a rage that, tho he eventually wound up back in his own pasture, he was too busy trying to gore Jac and his brother for them to get the gate shut. About that time at least one LEO had arrived, and my friend asked him to shoot the bison so they could rush his brother to the hospital. No regrets on that decision, but it bothered him they didn’t leave Billy’s carcass there for him to bury (or whatever) himself. Despite the damage, he didn’t hold a grudge. He said he’d be ready to kick somebody’s butt, too, if they drove him into a fence.

[potlatch]