Yotes are not as big a threat to humans and livestock as wolves are. Not a zero threat, just not as bad.
If the dogooders would leave folks alone, yotes could start to disappear as well.
There are no more wolves here because early settlers didn’t have any knowledge of wildlife/game management-so coyotes get into huge packs and have even been known to take down grown cattle for food when no precautions are taken to monitor them. A lot of ranchers keep llamas to guard livestock from coyotes, because they are mean as hell and dangerous-they can kick and trample even a human to death.
We have mountain lions, but they are quite happy to dine on deer, small game etc-and any unlucky pet running loose. They seldom go for livestock, probably because there are plenty of deer, and they just don’t like going around where humans are for a meal.
Wildlife needs to be managed to be healthy-both predator and prey-the people who don’t get that are not dogooders, they are willfully ignorant-and so are folks who want to wipe out an entire species. Game wardens here are hired for keeping a healthy balance of the wildlife population-and that includes hunting season(s) for any species when the population reaches a certain level, no matter what the doogooders say....
You should see the “coyotes” we have here.
First one I saw was dead on I70.
I pulled over because I thought somebody’s big GSD had been killed and I intended to look for collars or ID to notify them.
Imagine my shock when I found a *huge* “coyote” instead.
What the lying DNR calls “coyotes” are actually eastern wolves, which they brought here, on purpose to “control deer herds”.
That backfired and farmers lost lots of calves and sheep to them.
And we were not allowed to harm them...at first.
A few years of nightly bloodbaths, they said go ahead and shoot all you want.
They had *no* fear of humans, whatsoever.
A pack of them stalked my dad down the ridge.
He went the whole, walking backwards because he dared not turn his back to them or run.
The second he opened his truck door and pulled out a rifle, they scattered.
They are *that* smart.
Once, the night was constantly pierced with their howling, up on the ridge.
They are not the bloody plague they used to be but they’re still around, shyly skulking in the shadows rather than stomping boldly in the daylight, as they once did, before open season on them was allowed.
April 30, my old pygmy goat finally passed away and it was two days before we could have someone with a backhoe come to bury him.
The remaining goat was a nervous wreck because every night, mere yards from the back fence, a pack of 5 ‘coyotes” stood and watched, all night, trying to figure out how to get over the fence, I suppose.
One night, I went out with my insanely bright jacklight to ‘scare them away’ and those suckers bobbed their heads a bit and then started advancing on me.
I penned the goat up that night.
I would *hate* killing a canid since I love all dogs but if it’s them or my critters, it’s war.