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THE BEAST OF OUR TIME FILM UPDATE: Jeff Bridges to narrate ‘The Beast of Our Time’
We are so honored, and blessed to have long-time Montana resident and friend to the grizzly bear, Jeff Bridges, narrating our film, “The Beast of Our Time.” Our film addresses the immediate concerns for not only grizzly bears, but the human race too. Jeff has graciously offered to help us tell our tale, and we couldn’t be more excited!
926f Lamar Canyon alpha female
Right after I moved to Yellowstone, she was known as the Lamar yearling, but even then the alpha blood ran strong in her. She showed leadership qualities, and an immediate dominance over her sisters. She would eventually be collared and given the number, 926, and be the glue that held the fleeting bits of a once strong pack, the Lamar Canyon, together, after their alpha, the '06 female (832f) was shot outside of the park. Tragically, on this date in 2018, wolf 926F met the same fate as her mother, as history sardonically repeated itself.
Orphaned Grizzly Cubs of Tom Miner Update
On March 12th, 2019 I learned quite definitively our greatest fears for the orphaned grizzly bear cubs of Tom Miner Basin, which is situated just north of Yellowstone Park, had become a gruesome reality. The cubs had individually been euthanized by MFWP after leaving the relative safety of the Tom Miner Basin and wandering into Paradise Valley. Both cubs were determined to be females who would have been at breeding age this year. Our hearts broke with sadness and a repressed rage surfaced knowing very little had been done by the state to ensure the safety of both grizzly bears and humans alike in this case. The state made examples of any grizzly bear with the audacity to search out new and easy food sources in lieu of creating a climate of responsibility and tolerance.
A Close Encounter
“What the hell is going on?” I asked myself audibly. My mind stumbled as I picked up the pace, already out of breath and sweating but staring down at fresh mountain lion tracks in my set of tracks I’d laid down less than an hour ago. In open areas where the snow was good I could see the then fresh lion tracks I’d originally found an hour ago and my boot tracks following them but now there was another set of lion tracks in the mix and in some places directly in my boot prints. I couldn’t comprehend what I was looking at as I sped along, stumbling across a steep canyon game trail in the northern Rockies of Montana.