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22 days ago

Another story from 30 years of working in wild places... Those Big & Beautiful Tetons: For 18 summers I worked as a River Guide. I worked whitewater rafting on wild rivers in Alaska, Montana and Wyoming and lead expeditions by canoe on some of the most remote waterways on the continent. I have stories for days from all that time on the water. The most awkward and perhaps funniest experience I had was in Wyoming, on the Snake River. There are a couple of different types of trips offered out of Jackson Hole. One is the whitewater trip, and the other is the Scenic float. I mainly was a Whitewater guide in the summer of 98, but I did a few scenic trips- directly under the awe inspiring Tetons. This particular trip was billed a scenic float and the goal was to soak in the majesty of the beautiful mountains. I had two groups in my raft. A family of 3 behind me, and a family of 4 in front of me. I sat in the middle rowing. While everyone else sat on the outer tubes of the raft. I don't remember much about the family behind me, but the family in front, had two teenage daughters, and the Mom & Dad. It was a beautiful July day, the sun was right above us being mid-day, and it was about as hot as it ever gets in that part of Wyoming. Maybe the mid 80's. The family in front was a good looking family, fit and active. They were enjoying basking in the sun underneath the Tetons. One of the daughters was a young teen, maybe 13 or 14, I don't really recall her. The other daughter was more mature, I believe she was 18 and had just graduated from High School. She was wearing a bikini top and jogging shorts, and sitting right at the head of the raft- like a hood ornament. She was sitting side ways, broad side. Kind of sprawled out across the bow. Being a hot day, and a mild water float, life jackets were on, but they were loosely adjusted and not buckled to the top. The older daughter, was rather buxom, and was allowing her cleavage to get some sunshine. As she was sitting there, across the front of the boat sunning herself, she turned to me, and asked, "What does the word Teton mean? " Being a knowledgeable & honest guide, I padded my chest, and said "Breasts".... Before I could finish explaining it was from French Fur Trappers slang. Her mom, spun around , lowered her sunglasses down her nose and pointed her finger at me, and said "YOU WATCH IT MISTER!".... An awkward silence fell over the raft. The young lady sprawled across the front, turned forward and buckled her life jacket. I shook my head in disbelief. About that same moment, another raft on the trip pulled up right next to me, and the guide, my good buddy, Dave said to my group "how's it going?"... Everyone sat in silence. I said "Dave, tell us, what does the word "Teton" mean". He smiled, and said "ah, Teton, it's an old Indian word that means Gathering place of the tribes"... His whole crew laughed and he rowed away, as my raft just sat there stunned. Wondering how they ended up with a pervert and a liar for a guide. I just shook my head and rowed- there was no way to redeem myself at that point. It was another 30 minutes until we got to the take out. Not a word was spoken. It was painful and awkward. We arrived at the boat ramp and everyone got out. My buddy Dave walked up laughing and addressed the crowd. He said, "I'm sorry guys, I misspoke - Teton comes from the French, it means breasts. The mountains are named the Les Trois Tétons, which translates to "The Three Breasts". Everyone awkwardly laughed, except for me. I asked him on the drive home, "why did you throw me under the bus like that?" He said, "Your voice is so loud, I heard the whole conversation, I rowed up hoping you'd ask me, I figured it would get a big laugh "... "it didn't", I said. But it did teach me- sound carries, answer questions carefully, and think before you speak. You've got to love the Tetons! #wyoming #tetons #rafting

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Those Big & Beautiful Tetons:

For 18 summers I worked as a River Guide. I worked whitewater rafting on wild rivers in Alaska, Montana and Wyoming and lead expeditions by canoe on some of the most remote waterways on the continent. I have stories for days from all that time on the water.
The most awkward and perhaps funniest experience I had was in Wyoming, on the Snake River. There are a couple of different types of trips offered out of Jackson Hole. One is the whitewater trip, and the other is the Scenic float. I mainly was a Whitewater guide in the summer of 98, but I did a few scenic trips- directly under the awe inspiring Tetons.
This particular trip was billed a scenic float and the goal was to soak in the majesty of the beautiful mountains.
I had two groups in my raft. A family of 3 behind me, and a family of 4 in front of me. I sat in the middle rowing. While everyone else sat on the outer tubes of the raft.

I don't remember much about the family behind me, but the family in front, had two teenage daughters, and the Mom & Dad.

It was a beautiful July day, the sun was right above us being mid-day, and it was about as hot as it ever gets in that part of Wyoming. Maybe the mid 80's.

The family in front was a good looking family, fit and active. They were enjoying basking in the sun underneath the Tetons. One of the daughters was a young teen, maybe 13 or 14, I don't really recall her. The other daughter was more mature, I believe she was 18 and had just graduated from High School. She was wearing a bikini top and jogging shorts, and sitting right at the head of the raft- like a hood ornament. She was sitting side ways, broad side. Kind of sprawled out across the bow.

Being a hot day, and a mild water float, life jackets were on, but they were loosely adjusted and not buckled to the top. The older daughter, was rather buxom, and was allowing her cleavage to get some sunshine.

As she was sitting there, across the front of the boat sunning herself, she turned to me, and asked,

"What does the word Teton mean? "

Being a knowledgeable & honest guide, I padded my chest, and said "Breasts"....
Before I could finish explaining it was from French Fur Trappers slang. Her mom, spun around , lowered her sunglasses down her nose and pointed her finger at me, and said "YOU WATCH IT MISTER!"....

An awkward silence fell over the raft. The young lady sprawled across the front, turned forward and buckled her life jacket. I shook my head in disbelief.

About that same moment, another raft on the trip pulled up right next to me, and the guide, my good buddy, Dave said to my group "how's it going?"...

Everyone sat in silence. I said "Dave, tell us, what does the word "Teton" mean". He smiled, and said "ah, Teton, it's an old Indian word that means Gathering place of the tribes"...
His whole crew laughed and he rowed away, as my raft just sat there stunned. Wondering how they ended up with a pervert and a liar for a guide.

I just shook my head and rowed- there was no way to redeem myself at that point.

It was another 30 minutes until we got to the take out. Not a word was spoken. It was painful and awkward. We arrived at the boat ramp and everyone got out. My buddy Dave walked up laughing and addressed the crowd. He said, "I'm sorry guys, I misspoke - Teton comes from the French, it means breasts. The mountains are named the Les Trois Tétons, which translates to "The Three Breasts".

Everyone awkwardly laughed, except for me.

I asked him on the drive home, "why did you throw me under the bus like that?" He said, "Your voice is so loud, I heard the whole conversation, I rowed up hoping you'd ask me, I figured it would get a big laugh "...
"it didn't", I said.

But it did teach me- sound carries, answer questions carefully, and think before you speak.

You've got to love the Tetons!
#wyoming #tetons #rafting

20 days ago

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21 days ago

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23 days ago

Another story: For several years, I operated my dog sled business in the Tom Miner Basin. The "Tom Miner" is considered one of the wildest areas in the region, as it is continuous wildlands to Yellowstone Park. In the early 2000's there were over 20 Grizzly Bears that denned in the Basin, a large wolf pack that lived there, and I monitored a Wolverine hair-snare station, for an on-going Wolverine study. It's a wild area. One day in early December, I was out running a team of dogs & checking my Wolverine sets. On my way back, my dog team stepped up their pace noticeably. That far into a run, for my dogs to start speeding up was odd. I also noticed that their ears were back, their coats were puffed out, and some of their tails were up. Very peculiar. I started looking around, realizing that their body language was telling me something- they were on high alert. Maybe they smelled a moose up ahead and we were headed straight down the trail towards a bad situation. Moose & dog teams have a long history of negative encounters. The most famous is probably 4x Iditarod champion, Susan Butcher's and her run-in with one, that ruined her chances for another Iditarod win, and she ended up with 2 dead dogs due to a stampeding cow. We were lucky this day, and it wasn't a moose we encountered. But something far more unusual. As, I looked around trying to figure out what was making my dogs anxious, I caught a glimpse off to my right. Running parallel to us, about a hundred yards up a side hill were several wolves. 2 blacks, and 4 grey ones. Loping across the hill above us. "Holy Shit" I thought to myself. We were having a neck and neck race with a wolf pack. We were going the same speed, however my team and I were on a hard packed trail, and the wolves were running through wind blown powder. My anxiety matched the dogs, as I realized we were going to be making a right hand turn in about a 1/4 mile, and the wolf pack would have a terrain advantage and would have the upper ground and could drop right down off the hill onto the road grade we were running along. I yelled, "Hup, Hup" in an attempt to get my dogs to run faster, they obliged, and their lopes increased to a sprint. The wolves matched our strides. Quickly, we arrived at the turn, the wolves were right above us, reaching the snowy knoll, above the corner a split second before us. They were in perfect position to drop down on us. I was reaching down in my sled bag to grab my axe. The only weapon I had with me. Fortunately, I didn't need it. The wolves stopped just above us. We slid around and went by below them and they just watched us. We went around that corner, and an immediate left turn afterwards and the wolves stayed there on the knoll prancing around watching us! As we hit the straight away after the second corner, I looked back over my shoulder. A couple of the wolves let out loud howls, and my dogs kicked it to over-drive and sprinted the last mile towards the truck faster than they had ever run before. We made it back safely, the wolves had not pursued us any further. I often, think back to that day, and wonder what the wolves were doing. It is almost unheard of for wolves to attack humans. So, surely they weren't after me. My best guess, is they were chasing my dogs. The leading cause of death for wolves, is other wolves. They do not tolerate other canines coming into their territories. So, when the wolves caught the fresh scent of my team the chase was on. Most likely if I hadn't been there and it was just a group of interloping dogs, the story would have ended up differently. But once the wolves realized a stinky human was part of the crazy dog pack, they backed off and let us go on our way. It's been 15 years since that happened, and I have traveled 1000's of miles by dog teams since then, and I have never again seen a wolf while running dogs. Truly a once in a lifetime experience.

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For several years, I operated my dog sled business in the Tom Miner Basin. The "Tom Miner" is considered one of the wildest areas in the region, as it is continuous wildlands to Yellowstone Park.
In the early 2000's there were over 20 Grizzly Bears that denned in the Basin, a large wolf pack that lived there, and I monitored a Wolverine hair-snare station, for an on-going Wolverine study. It's a wild area.
One day in early December, I was out running a team of dogs & checking my Wolverine sets. On my way back, my dog team stepped up their pace noticeably.
That far into a run, for my dogs to start speeding up was odd. I also noticed that their ears were back, their coats were puffed out, and some of their tails were up. Very peculiar.
I started looking around, realizing that their body language was telling me something- they were on high alert. Maybe they smelled a moose up ahead and we were headed straight down the trail towards a bad situation.
Moose & dog teams have a long history of negative encounters. The most famous is probably 4x Iditarod champion, Susan Butcher's and her run-in with one, that ruined her chances for another Iditarod win, and she ended up with 2 dead dogs due to a stampeding cow.
We were lucky this day, and it wasn't a moose we encountered. But something far more unusual.

As, I looked around trying to figure out what was making my dogs anxious, I caught a glimpse off to my right. Running parallel to us, about a hundred yards up a side hill were several wolves. 2 blacks, and 4 grey ones. Loping across the hill above us.

"Holy Shit" I thought to myself. We were having a neck and neck race with a wolf pack.
We were going the same speed, however my team and I were on a hard packed trail, and the wolves were running through wind blown powder.

My anxiety matched the dogs, as I realized we were going to be making a right hand turn in about a 1/4 mile, and the wolf pack would have a terrain advantage and would have the upper ground and could drop right down off the hill onto the road grade we were running along.

I yelled, "Hup, Hup" in an attempt to get my dogs to run faster, they obliged, and their lopes increased to a sprint. The wolves matched our strides. Quickly, we arrived at the turn, the wolves were right above us, reaching the snowy knoll, above the corner a split second before us.

They were in perfect position to drop down on us. I was reaching down in my sled bag to grab my axe. The only weapon I had with me.
Fortunately, I didn't need it. The wolves stopped just above us. We slid around and went by below them and they just watched us. We went around that corner, and an immediate left turn afterwards and the wolves stayed there on the knoll prancing around watching us!
As we hit the straight away after the second corner, I looked back over my shoulder. A couple of the wolves let out loud howls, and my dogs kicked it to over-drive and sprinted the last mile towards the truck faster than they had ever run before. We made it back safely, the wolves had not pursued us any further.
I often, think back to that day, and wonder what the wolves were doing. It is almost unheard of for wolves to attack humans. So, surely they weren't after me. My best guess, is they were chasing my dogs. The leading cause of death for wolves, is other wolves. They do not tolerate other canines coming into their territories. So, when the wolves caught the fresh scent of my team the chase was on. Most likely if I hadn't been there and it was just a group of interloping dogs, the story would have ended up differently. But once the wolves realized a stinky human was part of the crazy dog pack, they backed off and let us go on our way.
It's been 15 years since that happened, and I have traveled 1000's of miles by dog teams since then, and I have never again seen a wolf while running dogs. Truly a once in a lifetime experience.

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24 days ago

Another story... A Grizzly Tale I was hiking in the Taylor Fork drainage, up near the USFS Wapiti rental cabin, working on a National Geographic funded project on grizzly bears. A colleague and I were returning from checking some camera traps and we decided to stop on this rolling hill, above a trail we’d noticed fresh bear tracks on, during our hike up to the remote cameras. We put our gear down, had a seat and began to eat some snacks, just taking in the views and hoping perhaps a Grizzly would come out of the woods and into the meadow. It was early May- breeding season for Grizzlies, and calfing season for elk. So, the area we where in was a hotspot for bears looking for a new born elk calf for a meal, or perhaps an escapade with a member of the opposite sex. We had only been sitting for a few minutes when a small female Grizzly came out of the trees being followed by a much larger male. I stood up and turned my camera and tripod into place and focused the camera on the bears. My co-worker slowly crawled into position and started filming with his camera too. The two Grizzly bears started doing a courtship ritual. Scent marking a tree, then rolling in mud and coyly gesturing at each other . We watched this mating dance for at least 15 minutes, all the while filming and just in disbelief that we were about 80 yards from two Grizzlies going about their most primal duties. For some reason, my friend decided to stand up and look up the hill behind us. The look on his face and the expletive that came out of his mouth made me quickly swing around to see what was a matter. As I was spinning around I saw my companion reach for his bear spray - I instinctively grabbed mine too. A Grizzly running straight towards us was moving like he’d been shot out of a canyon. He had gone from 100 yards to 20 yards in a split second! I remember thinking “this is going to hurt” as he barreled towards us. I lowered my head and was preparing for impact, I was just about to start shooting the bear spray. When he locked up his brakes, turned and ran off the opposite direction! I couldn’t believe it. He stopped charging! My buddy and I hugged, high-fived and thanked or Guardian Angels, because we had narrowly adverted being attacked by a Griz. We then remembered the other two bears! We turned around and filmed them for another 20 minutes before they rambled away into the forest. As we hiked back to our vehicle we tried to make sense of what happened. Our best guess is that the charging Bear was overcome with testosterone from the scent of the other two mating bears. He was like a cowboy on pay day, that’s had a few too many cocktails and sees his gal on the dance floor swing dancing with another man. He was on his way to tango when we interrupted. I’m sure he was shocked and thought it was some evil ploy when he ended up nose to nose with a couple of stinky humans. So he turned around and took off for higher ground. We got lucky that day and neither us nor the Grizzly got hurt. You can’t count on luck though in Bear Country. Carry protection and stay alert- you never know what is right behind you! #Montana #grizzlybear #bearencounter

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A Grizzly Tale
I was hiking in the Taylor Fork drainage, up near the USFS Wapiti rental cabin, working on a National Geographic funded project on grizzly bears.

A colleague and I were returning from checking some camera traps and we decided to stop on this rolling hill, above a trail we’d noticed fresh bear tracks on, during our hike up to the remote cameras.

We put our gear down, had a seat and began to eat some snacks, just taking in the views and hoping perhaps a Grizzly would come out of the woods and into the meadow.

It was early May- breeding season for Grizzlies, and calfing season for elk. So, the area we where in was a hotspot for bears looking for a new born elk calf for a meal, or perhaps an escapade with a member of the opposite sex.

We had only been sitting for a few minutes when a small female Grizzly came out of the trees being followed by a much larger male. I stood up and turned my camera and tripod into place and focused the camera on the bears.

My co-worker slowly crawled into position and started filming with his camera too.

The two Grizzly bears started doing a courtship ritual. Scent marking a tree, then rolling in mud and coyly gesturing at each other . We watched this mating dance for at least 15 minutes, all the while filming and just in disbelief that we were about 80 yards from two Grizzlies going about their most primal duties.

For some reason, my friend decided to stand up and look up the hill behind us. The look on his face and the expletive that came out of his mouth made me quickly swing around to see what was a matter.

As I was spinning around I saw my companion reach for his bear spray - I instinctively grabbed mine too.

A Grizzly running straight towards us was moving like he’d been shot out of a canyon. He had gone from 100 yards to 20 yards in a split second! I remember thinking “this is going to hurt” as he barreled towards us.
I lowered my head and was preparing for impact, I was just about to start shooting the bear spray. When he locked up his brakes, turned and ran off the opposite direction! I couldn’t believe it. He stopped charging!

My buddy and I hugged, high-fived and thanked or Guardian Angels, because we had narrowly adverted being attacked by a Griz.

We then remembered the other two bears! We turned around and filmed them for another 20 minutes before they rambled away into the forest.

As we hiked back to our vehicle we tried to make sense of what happened.

Our best guess is that the charging Bear was overcome with testosterone from the scent of the other two mating bears. He was like a cowboy on pay day, that’s had a few too many cocktails and sees his gal on the dance floor swing dancing with another man.

He was on his way to tango when we interrupted. I’m sure he was shocked and thought it was some evil ploy when he ended up nose to nose with a couple of stinky humans. So he turned around and took off for higher ground.

We got lucky that day and neither us nor the Grizzly got hurt.

You can’t count on luck though in Bear Country. Carry protection and stay alert- you never know what is right behind you!

#Montana #grizzlybear #bearencounter

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For a long time my kids and some friends have been telling me to share my stories from 30 years of guiding in Montana & Alaska. I guess, I'm starting today... Of Wolves & Elk I was guiding elk hunters up little Sage Creek off the Taylor Fork drainage, a tributary of the Gallatin River in southwest Montana. We were based out of a camp 9 miles into the wilderness, very close to Yellowstone National Park, that we reached by horseback. Every morning we would go out to look for elk and then return to the camp for lunch, then maybe take a short nap and go back out for an evening hunt as well. My client believed we might have better luck if we stayed out for a full day, instead of returning back to the camp. So, on day three of the seven day hunt we packed a lunch and decided to spend all day in the woods. My hunter wasn’t very active and didn’t like to hike and he didn’t like to ride horses- so we decided to find some ground cover and create a makeshift blind and sit in one spot all day. Our blind was a downed tree at the top of a meadow and below us, in the center of the meadow was a game trail going from one timbered area to another. I had looked at the trail on an earlier day and had noticed lots of fresh elk tracks migrating towards the elks wintering grounds. We decided to stay off the trail, and keep our scent and horses above the meadow and just wait- in hopes that an elk might walk along the well traveled corridor. About mid day we saw our first elk. A lead cow slowly stuck her head into the clearing, sniffed around a bit and then silently walked into the meadow. After her, was her calf and then several more cows and calves- before we knew it 20 elk were in the meadow. Unfortunately, my hunter only had a Bull tag and this herd was all cows and calves. We watched them in silence, and at one time there was a calf no more than 15 feet from us. Slowly the whole group moved out of our clearing and into the trees on the other side of the meadow- either never knowing or not caring that we were there. After the elk moved along, I told my client to stay quiet, “you never know”, I said “perhaps a Bull might be behind them”. Five minutes later a couple of other animals stuck their head’s into the clearing However these weren’t bull elk. It was a small pack of wolves. Four of them barely entered the meadow and then stopped and began to sniff the air. My hunter and I sat stone-cold in silence watching the wolves. Without looking at one another or looking around, they all turned around simultaneously and bolted back into the woods. Obviously they had caught our scent and wanted nothing to do with us. It really struck me that day, how smart and wily wolves are. On one hand they are an apex predator, but on the other, they are keenly aware that they too can fall prey to other “hunters”. It amazed me that the elk- the prey species, walked right into harms way and never even noticed us. Getting close enough that we could have tossed a pebble at them. The wolves on the other hand, even though they were wrapped up in the hunt and tracking their next meal. They never let down their guard and compromised themselves. That’s how wild the mountains of Montana are. In broad daylight during the middle of the day, wolves are hunting elk. A primordial game of chase that dates back to ancient times and if you are lucky and in the right place you might just get to see it. #Montana #elk #wolves

JMatthews_Wild's tweet photo. For a long time my kids and some friends have been telling me to share my stories from 30 years of guiding in Montana & Alaska.
I guess, I'm starting today...

Of Wolves & Elk
I was guiding elk hunters up little Sage Creek off the Taylor Fork drainage, a tributary of the Gallatin River in southwest Montana. We were based out of a camp 9 miles into the wilderness, very close to Yellowstone National Park, that we reached by horseback. Every morning we would go out to look for elk and then return to the camp for lunch, then maybe take a short nap and go back out for an evening hunt as well.

My client believed we might have better luck if we stayed out for a full day, instead of returning back to the camp. So, on day three of the seven day hunt we packed a lunch and decided to spend all day in the woods.

My hunter wasn’t very active and didn’t like to hike and he didn’t like to ride horses- so we decided to find some ground cover and create a makeshift blind and sit in one spot all day.

Our blind was a downed tree at the top of a meadow and below us, in the center of the meadow was a game trail going from one timbered area to another. I had looked at the trail on an earlier day and had noticed lots of fresh elk tracks migrating towards the elks wintering grounds. We decided to stay off the trail, and keep our scent and horses above the meadow and just wait- in hopes that an elk might walk along the well traveled corridor.

About mid day we saw our first elk. A lead cow slowly stuck her head into the clearing, sniffed around a bit and then silently walked into the meadow. After her, was her calf and then several more cows and calves- before we knew it 20 elk were in the meadow.
Unfortunately, my hunter only had a Bull tag and this herd was all cows and calves. We watched them in silence, and at one time there was a calf no more than 15 feet from us. Slowly the whole group moved out of our clearing and into the trees on the other side of the meadow- either never knowing or not caring that we were there.

After the elk moved along, I told my client to stay quiet, “you never know”, I said “perhaps a Bull might be behind them”. Five minutes later a couple of other animals stuck their head’s into the clearing

However these weren’t bull elk. It was a small pack of wolves. Four of them barely entered the meadow and then stopped and began to sniff the air. My hunter and I sat stone-cold in silence watching the wolves.

Without looking at one another or looking around, they all turned around simultaneously and bolted back into the woods.

Obviously they had caught our scent and wanted nothing to do with us.

It really struck me that day, how smart and wily wolves are.

On one hand they are an apex predator, but on the other, they are keenly aware that they too can fall prey to other “hunters”.

It amazed me that the elk- the prey species, walked right into harms way and never even noticed us. Getting close enough that we could have tossed a pebble at them.

The wolves on the other hand, even though they were wrapped up in the hunt and tracking their next meal. They never let down their guard and compromised themselves.

That’s how wild the mountains of Montana are. In broad daylight during the middle of the day, wolves are hunting elk. A primordial game of chase that dates back to ancient times and if you are lucky and in the right place you might just get to see it.
#Montana #elk #wolves

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Was asked the question earlier today, "my most memorable or craziest wildlife moments". This isn't it. But it was a wild experience to capture. #wildlife #bear

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