Mr. Mock was a friend of one of my co-workers who has a side gig as a wildlife photographer, and by all accounts he was an accomplished guide who knew what he was doing.
This seems to simply be a bad case of “coming across another super predator when it was having a bad day” (and also why a lot of Alaskan fishing guides carry ridiculously large bore revolvers).
I’ve never understood the killing of wild animals that have attacked people encroaching their habitat.
Defend yourself, sure. And there are areas where wildlife and people co-exist where I understand the need. Otherwise it just seems rash.
I’m no tree-hugging, animal lover either; just seems nature shouldn’t be punished for doing it’s thing.