Chris Pontius Quotes

The wolf asketh not how many the sheep may be.

What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.

I don't think anyone can be more of a predator than a human being.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

We were like deer. They were like grizzly bear.

Men are like lions. We hunt.

When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.

Don't play dead with a vulture. That's exactly what they want.

I like all these little animals that run and eat and hide all the time. I like their faces, They seem to be scared and curious at the same time.

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.

When a lion doesn't get its prey, it remains hungry. When the prey saves himself, he has not won, but has saved his life.

I prefer to be hunted compared to the other way around... I don't know how you say it.

No other creatures of the savannah sleep as deeply or as soundly as lions, but after all, lions are the main reason for not sleeping soundly.

To a predator, fear indicates weakness.

Alright...here's the deal. What's happening in this piece is very simple, over here on this side...you see that there is a very scared little kinda guy over there...wanna know why he's scared? Because this guy over here is trying to eat him.

All beasts of prey are strong or treacherous.

Fear invites aggression - do not show it to a predator.

Grizzly bears eat people without the benefit of music.

It's a pretty weird feeling when a wolf is scared of you.

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.

Whether the bear beats the wolf or the wolf beats the bear, the rabbit always loses.

When a coward sees a man he can beat he becomes hungry for a fight.

Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.

The fox when it sees a flock of herons or magpies or birds of that kind, suddenly flings himself on the ground with his mouth open to look as he were dead; and these birds want to peck at his tongue, and he bites off their heads.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.