By Christine Baleshta
Its a little after seven in the
morning and 20 degrees on a day that promises to be sunny, clear and cold. The sun
rises earlier each day, peaking over the hills of the Lamar Valley a little after six a.m.
Winter is melting into Spring, but here, on an ice covered turnout overlooking Hellroaring
Peak, winter is all around us. I kneel comfortably on a mound of snow surrounded by my
companions from Yellowstone Institute and three young men sitting cross-legged behind
spotting scopes wedged in spaces between the trees. They are apparently working on some
unidentified study, but at this moment we all mesmerized by the same event: about two
miles away, the Rose Creek Pack are lounging on the snowcovered slopes of Hellroaring
Black wolves dot the white landscape. Sometime during the
night, the pack has made a kill and now they are relaxing and playing. The younger wolves
play and chase each other, roughhousing in much the same way dogs play together. The kill
is located on a bench above some evergreens. Some members of the pack are still eating,
while others go back and forth, staying close. They all appear satisfied and relaxed.
Everyone speaks in whispers. Out of the corner of my eye I
watch the young men jot down notes. After years of using only binoculars, I have instantly
acquired an appreciation for the spotting scope loaned to me by the Institute. Although we
are so far away, I can see the shapes of the wolves and discern their features and colors.
Winter is a great friend to wolf watchers, giving more visibility to this midnight colored
and otherwise elusive pack. The scope provides an even greater advantage and I understand
why it is the difference between "they see it and you dont."
A bull elk ventures out of the trees to the west and looks
around at the scattered pack, assessing the situation. One wolf spots him and takes a few
hesitant steps toward him, then breaks into a lope. At first it appears to be play. Just a
wolf chasing an elk. Then another wolf joins in, and another, and another. In a matter of
minutes the game of chase turns serious and it is no longer play. One wolf grabs the elk
by his hind quarters while the elk continues running, falling once and getting up. In a
matter of minutes there are five wolves attacking the elk from all sides and hes
down. The elk half slides and is half dragged into a grove of evergreens to the west, out
of view. I have witnessed my first wolf kill.
I still process that moment. The pack had just finished
feasting so it is surprising that it would make another kill so soon. One would think that
they would be too lazy or too stuffed to show any interest in the elk. Even coyotes are
occasionally lucky enough to nibble at a wolf kill when wolves are meat drunk. But,
Rosecreek is a large pack and it takes a lot of meat to keep everyone from going hungry.
Wolves are opportunists and this was a big opportunity.
Watching this event is at once thrilling and disturbing. I know
this is not something even a dedicated wolf watcher sees very often, but I also sympathize
with the elk as much as I worry about wolves going without enough to eat. I know this is
what wolves need to do to survive, but it was uncomfortable watching them in action.
Surprised and annoyed at my reaction, I continue to debate myself and try not to project
emotions on a situation where they have no place. When I first came to Yellowstone I
realized that it is an opportunity to view and interact with nature on its terms. You
dont question it or judge it. You must watch with an open heart and choose to learn
its lessons. Those who value all species of life will accept the lesson: life gives life.
Wolves do what they need to do in order to survive and they are good at it; otherwise,
they wouldnt be here. Others who seek cruelty in predation have only to look to our
own kind to find it. There are no grocery stores in the wild. There is also no waste.
The wolves have disappeared into the trees, and the cold is
catching up with most of us. Perched high in a dead tree behind us, a golden eagle is
being harassed by two ravens. No one thinks about how much time has passed. We watch
wolves until we can no longer see them - they bed down in the trees, they walk over the
hill, or darkness falls and hides them. The chance of even spotting a wolf is a roll of
the dice, but patience and diligence are rewarded. We will see the Rosecreek Pack again,
but now we are so cold we can barely feel our feet, so we pile into the van and head
toward the comfort and warmth of Buffalo Ranch.
Christine Baleshta visited Yellowstone National Park in
March of 1999. While taking a wildlife watching course from Gene Ball at the
Yellowstone Association Institute, she saw a wide diversity of wildlife species exhibit
their natural behavior. She currently lives in Austin, Texas.