By Nikki Mann
We spent hours and hours walking a tropical beach in Santa Rosa National Park, Costa Rica…
In the dark…
Without headlamps.
As the surf pounded the beach to my left, invisible and insistent, I tried to decide if I looked weak—or, really, if I looked like the weakest of our group.
This is a worry I often have while doing physically demanding work in remote locations, but in Costa Rica, it was not the opinion of the four other guys I was concerned about.
It was the opinion of the jaguars.
The big male jaguar had been there.
We traveled to this place via rental car, bus, a 1975 Land Rover with no seat cushions, and our own two feet, backpacking the final two miles through a lightning storm. Although the beach itself is only a half-mile strip of sand sandwiched between charcoal cliffs, it is known as the best place in Costa Rica to see jaguars.
“The only jaguar I’ve seen was like for just three seconds, right here,” Juan Carlos had said earlier that day when we arrived at the open-air research station. This statement, coming from a biologist who has studied jaguars in Costa Rica for the past six years, is telling.
Jaguar populations and behavior are not well understood. Secretive night hunters, they live in remote, densely forested places. Although Juan Carlos has camera traps set up literally all across the country, and has seen photographs and videos of various jaguars, he never gets to see the cat he works so hard to protect.
As though it will help me see in the dark, I wipe my glasses, fogged from the humidity of this “dry” forest, which received more rain this afternoon than my home state usually gets in an entire month.
I am reminded of another key prey species as the putrid smell of rotting flesh assaults my nose. The only resident researcher at this remote biological field station, a short, muscled Nicaraguan named Wilbert, clicks on his flashlight, briefly scanning the dense growth for the orange eye-shine we hope to see. The beam casts eerie shadows on the corpse of a hollowed-out Olive Ridley sea turtle shell and its punctured skull.
There are only two beaches in Costa Rica where arribada occurs, and the jaguars know it. Tonight, they hunt with only four or five turtles arriving, mainly the smooth-shelled Olive Ridleys, or possibly one of the flashier green turtles.
Even though I knew we were going try to see jaguars at night, nothing prepared me for the actuality of walking in almost total blackness and being watched by a 200-pound-plus killing machine—a predator with excellent night vision and and no fresh turtle kills since last week.
Although the jaguars hunt near the high tide line, I wasn’t tempted to stray closer to the ocean. The third interesting set of huellas we saw in the sand that night was made by one of the saltwater crocodiles patrolling the ocean, also looking for sea turtles.
I did some mental math. Three-point-three feet to a meter times three meters was a nine-and-half-foot “log” with teeth that, walking in the dark without a headlamp, I could accidentally step on.
This is what adventure scientists do on vacation. And we love it.
Nikki Mann and her partner in adventure, Jeff Wohl, have been ASC guides for three years. When they aren’t working in field biology or teaching natural history, they can be found planning their next epic trip. Learn more about Adventurers and Scientists for Conservation Guided Science Outings at adventurescience.org/guided-outings.
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