02/24/2014
Photos: Tracking black bears in North Jersey
Black bear No. 8141 doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about to get shot in her fat rump. She is sleeping now, deep in her cave, guarding two cubs, maybe three. She will awaken to the whoosh of an air gun and the sting of a tranquilizer dart.
What she decides to do next could mess up Kelcey Burguess’s whole day.
“Things could get real exciting here in a minute,” says Burguess, standing just uphill from the den. “If she runs, she might run you over. It’s wise to step out of the way.”
Burguess is a biologist with the New Jersey Division of Fish and Wildlife. For three months every winter, this is his primary job. Working with a team of biologists and technicians, he crawls into dens with sleeping black bears. He shoots them with tranquilizers. The bears leave their dens, either sleeping and pulled out slowly by the humans; or awake, quickly and of their own accord. Once outside, the bears are measured, weighed, and tested for disease.
Most important, the bears are counted. This makes Burguess’s work controversial, since the census is intertwined with New Jersey’s annual bear hunt. By counting a portion of the state’s bears, biologists determine how many of their cubs survived the summer, and estimate how fast the population is growing.
Come December and the state’s six-day bear season, this combination of science and guesswork helps the Fish and Wildlife division decide how many bears may be shot by hunters.
To some people, that makes Burguess a hero.
“Jumping into dens full of black bears? It’s amazing the work Kelcey Burguess does,” says John Rogalo, chairman of the New Jersey State Federation of Sportsmen's Clubs.
To others, he is anything but.
“Kelcey has a passion for killing,” says Angi Metler, executive director of the Animal Protection League of New Jersey. “They do the census only to make sure there are enough bears to kill. It is inhumane.”
No matter which side is right, both sides agree the problem is not the bears. It’s the humans. There were 3,438 black bears living in the hills of northwest New Jersey in 2009, according to an estimate by the Department of Environmental Protection. Four hunting seasons later the population is down to about 2,500, Burguess says.
Even with 8.8 million people, New Jersey still has plenty of food and habitat for bears, which is why the species has been spotted in every county in the state.
“Biologically, we could handle a lot more bears,” Burguess says.
But biology isn’t the only factor, of course. Many residents and municipalities in bear country oppose measures that would require them to place household garbage in bear-resistant cans. Even after the housing meltdown and subsequent recession, New Jersey continues to build suburban developments deep inside some of the state’s best bear habitats. This combination of proximity and easy access to human food increases the likelihood that bears and humans will meet.
A resident in Roxbury returned home with her daughters last September to find a momma bear and her cubs playing on her backyard swing set. Photos of the cute romping bears created an Internet sensation.
Eventually, however, one such interaction will turn tragic. While state agencies and animal-rights activists disagree over whether hunting alleviates or exacerbates the problem, everyone agrees the danger is real.
“Culturally, the residents of New Jersey aren’t going to tolerate an overabundance of black bears,” Burguess says. “If they have black bears chasing their children to the school bus and eating their pets, they’ll just start shooting them to extinction.”
Burguess hopes to keep that from happening. He wants the bear population to stay safe and healthy, which is why he jumps into bear dens in the middle of winter.
In the field, he and his team apply antibiotics to bears with infected wounds. When they find bears with damaged limbs or even broken hips, they have carried the animals out of the wilderness and found veterinarians to provide reduced-cost care.
“A lot of people think we at Fish and Wildlife think, ‘Aw, just kill it,’Ÿ” he says. “Well we actually do care about the animals. We’ve gone to great lengths to try and help them out.”
To catch a bear
Standing halfway up a steep hillside recently in West Milford, Burguess takes a break to sweat and pant. Up here, the controversy over hunting feels distant. Closer at hand is bear number 8141, who lies with her cubs in a den near the top of this hill in torpor, a half-sleep state that falls short of full hibernation.
Down the hill, hidden under a layer of ice, is an upended field of boulders and stumps that threaten to grab Burguess’ snowshoes, dislocate his knees and twist his ankles. In his right hand he carries a metallic green, double-barreled Dan-Inject dart gun. It cost $4,000.
“Remember, sacrifice your body,” Burguess says, kind of joking, to Paul Jackson, a volunteer. “We can get another volunteer. We can’t get another gun.”
The climb is slow. After about 45 minutes Burguess arrives at the hole, near the bottom of a boulder pile. The location is a problem. If the mother bear and her cubs are tranquilized and pulled from the den asleep, they land on a slick and snowy slope and possibly slide downhill.
If momma gets frightened and tries to escape before the drugs take hold, she will run straight uphill. Some bears run a mile and a half with tranquilizer darts sticking from their hides, Burguess says. He and his team must then carry them back to the hole, sometimes using an ATV or a green state pickup truck.
If the bear runs too far to carry, the workday grows longer. The team must return to the den, tranquilize and retrieve the cubs, carry them overland, and build a new den somewhere close to their fallen mother.
“If that happened often, I’d have to reconsider my profession,” Burguess says.
Prevent them from getting too far, Burguess chases them down. He leaps onto their backs, wrestles them to the ground, and keeps them pinned until the drugs take effect.
Occasionally the cubs run. If they are yearlings, they may weigh 160 pounds. To p
“I try to keep away from the business end,” the one with all the claws and teeth, he says. “It’s a rodeo ride, but it can be done. I don’t recommend it.”
Peering into the den with a flashlight, the only thing visible is a wall of black fur. The air gun releases its first dart with a low thud. Nothing happens. Fifteen minutes later, another dart is fired. Still nothing. Mike Madonia, a senior biologist, crawls into the den and attaches a metal chain to the mother bear’s paws. The team drags her, asleep, from the den.
Burguess uses a skinny tree and his own calf to prevent the bear from sliding down the hill. With a tape measure, he finds she is 5 feet 6 inches from tail to snout; he estimates she weighs 188 pounds.
He slides a tool like a heavy hole punch around her ear and takes a sample of hair and skin. He slips a needle into her femoral artery and fills two plastic beakers with blood.
The work requires brute strength and soft attention. The eyes of a tranquilized bear stay open. So Burguess applies lubricating goop to keep them moist. A blue towel placed over her head prevents dirt from getting kicked into her face.
Burguess grabs hold of her fuzzy shoulders, lifts and pivots her sideways to get her face off the snow “so she doesn’t freeze her eyeball,” he says.
Next come the yearlings. With nowhere else on the slope to put them, Burguess lays both cubs atop their mother, using her belly as an exam table. From four cubs born last year, two have died.
“We expected to find three cubs,” says Burguess. “These guys had a tough year.”
After the inspections are done, Burguess slings a cub over his shoulder and stuffs him back into the hole. With groans and grunts the team places the mother on the stone at the den’s entrance, her front paw dangling over. Burguess pulls on his heavy backpack, then stops to look at the sleeping bear.
“As a general rule they’re very timid, very docile,” he says. “You have to work really hard to get killed and eaten by a black bear.”
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Black bear No. 8141 doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about to get shot in her fat rump. She is sleeping now, deep in her cave, guarding two cubs, maybe three. She will awaken to the whoosh of an air gun and the sting of a tranquilizer dart.
What she decides to do next could mess up Kelcey Burguess’s whole day.
“Things could get real exciting here in a minute,” says Burguess, standing just uphill from the den. “If she runs, she might run you over. It’s wise to step out of the way.”
Burguess is a biologist with the New Jersey Division of Fish and Wildlife. For three months every winter, this is his primary job. Working with a team of biologists and technicians, he crawls into dens with sleeping black bears. He shoots them with tranquilizers. The bears leave their dens, either sleeping and pulled out slowly by the humans; or awake, quickly and of their own accord. Once outside, the bears are measured, weighed, and tested for disease.
Most important, the bears are counted. This makes Burguess’s work controversial, since the census is intertwined with New Jersey’s annual bear hunt. By counting a portion of the state’s bears, biologists determine how many of their cubs survived the summer, and estimate how fast the population is growing.
Come December and the state’s six-day bear season, this combination of science and guesswork helps the Fish and Wildlife division decide how many bears may be shot by hunters.
To some people, that makes Burguess a hero.
“Jumping into dens full of black bears? It’s amazing the work Kelcey Burguess does,” says John Rogalo, chairman of the New Jersey State Federation of Sportsmen's Clubs.
To others, he is anything but.
“Kelcey has a passion for killing,” says Angi Metler, executive director of the Animal Protection League of New Jersey. “They do the census only to make sure there are enough bears to kill. It is inhumane.”
No matter which side is right, both sides agree the problem is not the bears. It’s the humans. There were 3,438 black bears living in the hills of northwest New Jersey in 2009, according to an estimate by the Department of Environmental Protection. Four hunting seasons later the population is down to about 2,500, Burguess says.
Even with 8.8 million people, New Jersey still has plenty of food and habitat for bears, which is why the species has been spotted in every county in the state.
“Biologically, we could handle a lot more bears,” Burguess says.
But biology isn’t the only factor, of course. Many residents and municipalities in bear country oppose measures that would require them to place household garbage in bear-resistant cans. Even after the housing meltdown and subsequent recession, New Jersey continues to build suburban developments deep inside some of the state’s best bear habitats. This combination of proximity and easy access to human food increases the likelihood that bears and humans will meet.
A resident in Roxbury returned home with her daughters last September to find a momma bear and her cubs playing on her backyard swing set. Photos of the cute romping bears created an Internet sensation.
Eventually, however, one such interaction will turn tragic. While state agencies and animal-rights activists disagree over whether hunting alleviates or exacerbates the problem, everyone agrees the danger is real.
“Culturally, the residents of New Jersey aren’t going to tolerate an overabundance of black bears,” Burguess says. “If they have black bears chasing their children to the school bus and eating their pets, they’ll just start shooting them to extinction.”
Burguess hopes to keep that from happening. He wants the bear population to stay safe and healthy, which is why he jumps into bear dens in the middle of winter.
In the field, he and his team apply antibiotics to bears with infected wounds. When they find bears with damaged limbs or even broken hips, they have carried the animals out of the wilderness and found veterinarians to provide reduced-cost care.
“A lot of people think we at Fish and Wildlife think, ‘Aw, just kill it,’Ÿ” he says. “Well we actually do care about the animals. We’ve gone to great lengths to try and help them out.”
To catch a bear
Standing halfway up a steep hillside recently in West Milford, Burguess takes a break to sweat and pant. Up here, the controversy over hunting feels distant. Closer at hand is bear number 8141, who lies with her cubs in a den near the top of this hill in torpor, a half-sleep state that falls short of full hibernation.
Down the hill, hidden under a layer of ice, is an upended field of boulders and stumps that threaten to grab Burguess’ snowshoes, dislocate his knees and twist his ankles. In his right hand he carries a metallic green, double-barreled Dan-Inject dart gun. It cost $4,000.
“Remember, sacrifice your body,” Burguess says, kind of joking, to Paul Jackson, a volunteer. “We can get another volunteer. We can’t get another gun.”
The climb is slow. After about 45 minutes Burguess arrives at the hole, near the bottom of a boulder pile. The location is a problem. If the mother bear and her cubs are tranquilized and pulled from the den asleep, they land on a slick and snowy slope and possibly slide downhill.
If momma gets frightened and tries to escape before the drugs take hold, she will run straight uphill. Some bears run a mile and a half with tranquilizer darts sticking from their hides, Burguess says. He and his team must then carry them back to the hole, sometimes using an ATV or a green state pickup truck.
If the bear runs too far to carry, the workday grows longer. The team must return to the den, tranquilize and retrieve the cubs, carry them overland, and build a new den somewhere close to their fallen mother.
“If that happened often, I’d have to reconsider my profession,” Burguess says.
Prevent them from getting too far, Burguess chases them down. He leaps onto their backs, wrestles them to the ground, and keeps them pinned until the drugs take effect.
Occasionally the cubs run. If they are yearlings, they may weigh 160 pounds. To p
“I try to keep away from the business end,” the one with all the claws and teeth, he says. “It’s a rodeo ride, but it can be done. I don’t recommend it.”
Peering into the den with a flashlight, the only thing visible is a wall of black fur. The air gun releases its first dart with a low thud. Nothing happens. Fifteen minutes later, another dart is fired. Still nothing. Mike Madonia, a senior biologist, crawls into the den and attaches a metal chain to the mother bear’s paws. The team drags her, asleep, from the den.
Burguess uses a skinny tree and his own calf to prevent the bear from sliding down the hill. With a tape measure, he finds she is 5 feet 6 inches from tail to snout; he estimates she weighs 188 pounds.
He slides a tool like a heavy hole punch around her ear and takes a sample of hair and skin. He slips a needle into her femoral artery and fills two plastic beakers with blood.
The work requires brute strength and soft attention. The eyes of a tranquilized bear stay open. So Burguess applies lubricating goop to keep them moist. A blue towel placed over her head prevents dirt from getting kicked into her face.
Burguess grabs hold of her fuzzy shoulders, lifts and pivots her sideways to get her face off the snow “so she doesn’t freeze her eyeball,” he says.
Next come the yearlings. With nowhere else on the slope to put them, Burguess lays both cubs atop their mother, using her belly as an exam table. From four cubs born last year, two have died.
“We expected to find three cubs,” says Burguess. “These guys had a tough year.”
After the inspections are done, Burguess slings a cub over his shoulder and stuffs him back into the hole. With groans and grunts the team places the mother on the stone at the den’s entrance, her front paw dangling over. Burguess pulls on his heavy backpack, then stops to look at the sleeping bear.
“As a general rule they’re very timid, very docile,” he says. “You have to work really hard to get killed and eaten by a black bear.”
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