The Kopchak family had lived in this same spot for many years; the road was named after them. This Kopchak, a retired grade-school science teacher, admitted that his knowledge of lion behavior was limited to warnings: don't look them in the eye, don't run from them. He considered the quick step that he and Red assumed as his only compromise. When he turned to look back, the lion was standing statuesque along the fence, frozen with potential threat.
The five of them were then called to the southern edge of the property, where more cats prowled. Their first target was an african lion crouched in Terry's junkyard of rusted vehicles. Riding high from the trucks vantage point, they fired multiple shots upon another group of big cats slinking down a hillside. Kanavel's target was always the head, and when this did not bring immediate results, his scope stretched on along the length of each animal's body. "I was sick, shooting these animals, because they didn't ask to be there," he says. "And, you know, I'm a cat person."
"Dolores"
Mrs. Kopchak answered the 991 operator with trepidation, realizing that the seriousness of the situation did not call for her oft used nickname, "Dolly." She thought of her son, who just then stood peering out of the barn window, watching wild animals loping across his field of vision.
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