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White Bear
In June 2002 I stumbled upon the
most exciting and intriguing animal I have ever seen the in the
Canadian Rockies. At the time, I thought that it might well be
the
first recorded sighting of a Kermode bear, a rare white black
bear found in the Great Bear Rainforest on the Canadian West Coast, in Canadian Rockies history.
A few months ago, I was driving along a quiet road
in the mountains looking for wildlife to photograph. Early in the evening, I spotted a car stopped on the side of
the road with two men leaning over the hood with binoculars
looking off into the distance at something on a steep open
slope.
Curiosity got the best of me
and I pulled over to take a look with my own binoculars to see
if I could spot what they were checking out. To my
astonishment, I could vaguely make out what appeared to be two bears on the
slope, including one that looked completely white.
A little dumbfounded, I kept staring at the tiny specks
hoping that some sense would come of what I thought I was
seeing. I threw my big
lens on my camera along with my 1.4x teleconverter for an even
closer look (first photo on the right) and concluded that either my eyes were playing tricks on me, or I
was looking at an albino bear.
There appeared to be only one thing I could do to find out
for sure, so I grabbed my bear spray, threw my camera and
tripod over my shoulder, and took off up a treed drainage towards the two
bears.
I want to clarify that I do not normally
stalk bears. In fact, I had never stalked a bear in the
Rockies until
that day, but my inquisitive nature and ever-present 'sasquatch' mentality got the
better of me. I figured that if there was a white bear out
there, I had to at least try to get pictures of it or no one
was going to believe what I'd seen.
The scary part was that I was so far away from the bears
when I first spotted them that I couldn't accurately tell whether they
were black bears or grizzlies. It was obvious that one
bear (the whitish one) was smaller than the other, so I was
extremely nervous considering that there was a distinct
possibility I was going to be trying to get close enough to
photograph a mother grizzly and her white cub.
I spent the next forty minutes approaching the bears from
below with the wind so that they would be able to smell me and
know that I was coming (I wanted to reduce the chance of a
surprise encounter). At first I raced through the forest, my
heart pumping furiously. But when I started to get close
to the open slope I slowed to a crawl, using every tree and
mound of dirt as cover.
My sleuth-like
abilities were obviously lacking, for when I edged out into
the open at the bottom of the slope, the bears had
vanished. I wasn't sure whether they had heard me or smelled
me, but they
were gone. Disappointed, I hiked back down to my car and
continued on my way, still not entirely sure what I had
witnessed
earlier.
Two hours later, while I driving back through the same
area, I stopped and almost immediately spotted the same two bears out on the
slope again. This time I decided to take my chances and
attempt a
real stalk, downwind of the bears.
I circled
around to the south side of the slope through the trees, then began a long and arduous
approach crawling on my hands and knees trying to lug along my camera
equipment.
Because of the angle of the approach, I wasn't
able to see if the bears were still out in the open, even
after I had started across the slope itself. For thirty
minutes I moved step by step, half frozen in fear, making absolutely
sure that I didn't accidentally make any noise while staying
downwind of where I thought the bears were.
At this stage, I caught my first glimpse of the bears and
almost experienced total heart failure. As I
half-stepped, half-crawled over a small hummock of dirt that
visually separated one little ridge from another, I suddenly
caught a glimpse of two
brown ears poking over the other side of the hummock less than
fifteen feet away from me.
In a brief moment of panic, I
thought I was glimpsing a mother grizzly, but before I could
do anything the bear moved forwards a bit, raised its head and
looked right at me. Just as quickly, it appeared to go
back to eating, apparently not realizing that it had just
looked a human in the face.
I still hadn't gotten a good
enough look at her to
tell if it was a brown black bear or a grizzly, so I quickly lay down
and backed away on my belly as quietly as I could, hoping to
put some distance between myself and the bears.
As soon as the mound of dirt
hid the bear from my view entirely, I stepped up and backed
away quickly to a more distant vantage point near the trees,
where for the first time I got a good look at the brown bear
as it crested the mound I had just been hiding behind moments
earlier. To my relief I realized that it was a
cinnamon-coloured black bear and not a grizzly.
The bear still hadn't spotted
me, so I hunched down and began to stalk the bears again to
the uphill side in an attempt to get a clear look at the white
bear, which I assumed was still with the brown one.
After an agonizing few minutes of slowly sneaking closer and
closer to the bears, I was finally able to get a good clear
look at them. I pulled out my binoculars for an even
better look and what I saw absolutely stunned me. The
other smaller bear, the cub of the brown one, was almost pure
white, even whiter than a polar bear, but it was not an
albino!
Was I seeing a Kermode bear in the Canadian
Rockies, more than 1000 kilometres from where the rare and
elusive 'ghost bear' roams the Canadian coastal rainforest?
I didn't know, but what I did know
was that I absolutely had to capture this bear on film to show
everyone and anyone that cared about this remarkable sighting. I quickly
shifted my big lens into action and began to snap shots of the
two bears from about seventy-five yards away. As
soon as I began to shoot, the loud sound of my camera shutter
caused both bears to look up repeatedly at me, but fortunately they
still didn't seem to have figured out that there was a human
sharing the slope with them.
While this had been unfolding,
a cow elk had slowly sauntered out of the trees at the bottom
of the slope and was moving directly towards me, unaware of
either me or the bears. When it got to within twenty
feet of me I started to get nervous that I could be quite
vulnerable laying as I was, prone on the ground behind my
camera and a small bush, so I spoke out loud to spook
it.
In a whirl of activity, both
bears heard my voice and looked right at me while the elk
began to dance around nervously, eyeing both me and the
bears. When the elk started to move towards me
threateningly, I immediately stood up and raised my camera
above my head to scare her off.
The elk took off down the
slope, so I shifted my attention back to the bears, which were
now in full alert mode, staring directly at me. The
mother bear huffed loudly once, then began to tear uphill
at full speed with her white cub in tow. As quickly as she had
taken off, she suddenly halted and looked back at me again (the
final picture), then huffed repeatedly over and over again as
they ran off into the bush.
I was left standing there
with the indelible impression that these were very wild bears that had
not had much contact with people before from the way they
reacted when they realized that I was human.
When my adrenalin slowed a bit,
I started my long trek back down to my car through the
trees. While I'm usually very disappointed when I photograph an animal
and end up disturbing it, I
couldn't shake the thought that in this particular case it had
been well worth it -- after all, I had just photographed a pure white black bear in
the Canadian Rockies!
For the first time in my
photography career, I detoured on my way home and drove
directly to Calgary instead, heading straight to my film lab
to get the one golden roll of film developed. I waited
three hours for the roll, then rushed home to throw the slides
on my light table intent on discovering if I'd captured the
white bear on film.
To my delight, four hours of
hiking and stalking had paid off. For the cost of a roll
of film and developing I had something far more valuable, even
priceless: a crisp, clear photograph of a white black
bear where it's not supposed to exist.
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Mother and Cub

The White Cub

Mother and Cub Again

Mother and Cub
Final Shot
More Info on the
Kermode Bear
The Kermode Bear is a white black
bear thought to exist only on the West Coast of British Columbia,
Canada. Black bears that have this unique colour phase have a
double recessive gene responsible for the almost pure white colour
of their fur. These bears are not albinos, they're simply
normal black bears that are white instead of black.
Princess Royal Island on BC's
coastline is thought to have the highest concentration of these
'ghost bears', with up to 1 in 10 black bears being white. In
the rest of its small range, only 1 in 1000 bears is believed to
carry the double recessive gene.
Follow-up
Withing days of getting these shots,
I forwarded them on to the wildlife biologist for this part of
Alberta, Jon Jorgenson.
Jon agreed with me that not only was
this a very rare series of photographs, but also that it was
definitely NOT an albino individual. However, without actually
doing research on the bear, he wasn't sure if it was a Kermode bear
or just a very light-coloured individual.
After further looking into it and
consulting Alberta bear biologists and other wildlife biologists,
Jon contacted me to pass along news that one other researcher had
reported capturing and working on a very light-coloured bear in the
Rockies many years ago.
The Spirit Bear
For more information on the Kermode
bear, check out Charles Russell's fantastic book, "The Spirit
Bear - Encounters with the White Bear of the Western
Rainforest."
Charles spent two seasons living with
Kermode bears on BC's remote Princess Royal Island in the Inside
Passage.
The book is one of the most
fascinating I have ever read and includes spectacular photos of this
rare and endangered animal.
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