Rain falling on a tent is the least motivating sound in the world and I heard it off and on through my last night in the Brooks Camp Campground. But by dawn, the rain nearly ceased and since this was my last morning to watch bears, I wasn’t about to let some drizzle get in the way of bear watching.
First, I had to get to the river. The campground is set almost a half-mile from the mouth of Brooks River. The walk between is easy enough, mostly flat and over crushed gravel trails, unless bears get in the way. After exiting the campground’s electric fence (5,000 volts of shock value), I stepped on to the beach to check if it was free of bears.
The trail to and from the campground parallels the beach, a place bears utilize frequently as a travel corridor or a place to rest. When bears are on the beach they are generally too close to the campground trail for it to be used. That morning, in the dim blue-gray light of an overcast dawn, I could see one bear sleeping between the visitor center and me. Giving this bear space was simple enough, all I had to do was swing through the forest and follow the faint trace of the waterline that ran to the campground. The risk in this plan though was the limited visibility in the forest. I moved slowly, watching and listening carefully for bears. The few belly holes along the route were empty and I safely reached the main trail with only a few moments lost.
At the river mouth, plenty of bears were active. 409 and her yearlings fished near the bridge and 410 stood still on the spit when a new family of bears appeared, one that I hadn’t yet seen in person. It was 435 Holly and her two very plump spring cubs.
Crossing the river wasn’t as straightforward as the previous morning though as 409 and her two yearlings fished within a few yards of the bridge. As the family slowly made their way downstream, I prepared to speed walk across the bridge when the opportunity arrived. Just as 409 and her cubs waded far enough downstream of the bridge (more than 50 yards) I crossed quickly, and just in the nick of time. As soon as I reached the lower river platform, 854 and her cubs appeared on the Corner where I was standing.
Photo opportunities are limited with my durable but optically limited waterproof camera. Still, over the next 150 minutes, I watch 14 different bears (23 counting dependent offspring) using the lower Brooks River.
With my time at Brooks Camp running low, I ventured to the falls for one last look at the largest of the river’s bears. 32 Chunk, 151, 474, 480 Otis, and 747 round out the adult male roster this morning. When 747 sees 474 walk upriver, 747 directly approached 474. Both of the palindromic-numbered bears began to cowboy walk and mark trees, 474 on the shore near the platform and 747 on the island downstream of the falls. When 474 moved behind the platform, likely as a subtle move to avoid 747, the larger 747 marked the same tree and urinated in the same places as 474. Out of the water, 747’s true size is revealed. He’s a giant of a bear, far fatter and larger than any other on the river.
Bears use scent marking and body posturing to communicate their relative level of dominance. This morning, 474’s avoidance of 747 and 747’s subsequent scent marking of the same spots indicate 747 was the dominant bear, which is not surprising based on his gigantic proportions.
Before I left the falls for the final time (this year at least), I watched a young subadult bear fish the lip. She appeared well practiced in this spot. Bears rarely fish the lip of the falls in late summer, a time when nearly all salmon have reached their spawning site and lack the energy reserves or motivation to surmount the falls. The abundance of silver salmon in the river this year, however, allowed her to exploit this fishing spot during a time when it usually wouldn’t be worth visiting.
I encountered no significant delays on my return to the lodge to check in for my flight out. Lots of bears milled around the lower river, but I remained on the beach in front of the lodge to sit and watch 435 Holly and her cubs rest nearby.
Brooks River is a special place, unique among national parks, and I felt fortunate to spend time there once again even if the visit was too short.
12 thoughts on “My Trip to Brooks Camp 2017: Day Four”
I have thoroughly enjoyed your trip reports, and especially the 747/474 video! As always your insight is very much appreciated. Most of us are learning about “our” bears daily and input from someone “on the ground” is very helpful. Interesting about the possible 402 sub, I was convinced due to similarities from last years visits with Mom 402 and her appearance this year. Hope to be around next year when we should see her and many newly numbered sub-adults perhaps together for size comparison.
One more day report please! Make it up if you must. Love your blog and pictures. Thanks so much for staying with us… you and Jeanne make a world of difference to our enjoyment of Brooks online.
I’ve wondered if the little lip fisher is 402’s, but whoever she is, I admire her determination. She’s been interesting to watch. Thanks for sharing all your observations with us, Mike!
Thank you Mike again for sharing your trip and thoughts with us bear lovers. Did I pick up some hints that you might be returning next year. Maybe it is just wishful thinking on my part but if it’s true, that would be awesome. Hope you have a wonderful winter!
Thanks for your report on the lip fisher. Cam viewers have the disadvantage of not seeing first hand the size of the bears. I can compare them to each other, but I am sure I would be awed by their individual size. I have seen black bears, but never well fed brown bears. How much do you think 747 weighs?
747 is huge, a giant bear. Since he is bigger than any other bear on the river, and the average adult male in Katmai weighs 700-900 pounds in mid summer, he probably weighs well over 1000 pounds.
Thanks once again Mike for an exciting and very informative read!! For someone who might want to learn directly from a well respected and loved Katmai ranger, you have packed your log with everything that one would do well to absorb in detail to navigate safely and respectfully throughout this gem, and everywhere bears call home. I look forward to your next chapter!!!
Many thanks!! Judy
Thank you so much for sharing. I miss you both you and Roy on the cams. Your knowledge of bears is vast and I’m a far better educated viewer thanks to you!
Thank you Mike for sharing your experiences on your trip back to Brooks Camp. Your writings have given me the insight of what it feels like to be up close and personal with the wild life and our beloved bears.
Ranger Mike, thank you so very much for sharing your trip to Brooks. You know the bears better than anyone, and with your beautiful writing style and your pictures and videos, I felt like I was there. I went last September for 4 nights and had the time of my life. I cannot wait to go back. I thought I was going to volunteer there this summer, but sadly I was not given the opportunity. Thanks again. I sure do miss you on explore.
Fantastic write ups Mike. Thanks so much for taking the time to share your time with the bears, with us. I felt like I was there with you. I always learn so much when reading your work. Thanks again.
Thank you so much for sharing your trip to Brooks with us. Your words are beautifully written personal stories and adventures of what it it would be like to be so close to these magnificent creatures. I enjoy everything you share. I’m happy you were able to see 879, he always reminds me of a sleek stallion with his long outstretched neck gliding through the water. I have been watching videos of you and Roy from the past years at Brooks and so appreciate your knowledge. I have learned from your experiences and I thank you.