We're heartbroken to see this upturned paw in a human hand after so many miles spent scanning the ground for the negative space it left in the soft soils of southern Arizona. His prints were like prayer flags, whispering wildness back into our world.
We opposed the collaring because it both risked his life and represented the need to control that wildness. We need data, we need information, we need to "understand,".... but what about respect? What about simply bearing witness to a force that survives, endures, inhabits, and inspires? Couldn't we just let him be? Why did the need for specifics trump the need for wildness? We knew enough about this jaguar, except how much stress his kidneys could handle.
When will the need to control Nature stop?
We've answered that question for Macho B, but let's hope for a different answer the next time we're blessed with a jaguar in our borderlands.