The El Mirage boy, who was celebrating his 10th birthday in the Tonto National Forest, remained calm even as he was attacked by the animal...That would be "National Forest" as opposed to "National Park."
Paul's uncle reportedly took up his pistol and shot the lion, which was an older female, then loaded it in the family's truck and took it to Smith's home in Glendale.
If this had happened in the latter, the Bradys, the VPC , the "green-blooded" parasitic dotards, and the usual gang of idiots would require the boy's birthday to also be his death day--enforced with "Only One" arms if you disobey.
Because, you know, there's no place for guns in the sacred wilderness, where ordinary people who have them are invariably there to either shoot up other campers or poach.
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Remember this story for the future when someone says that a handgun is no match for a wild animal.
It would be nice to know what caliber it was.
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