The Inland Temperate Rainforest stretches from northwestern Montana to Idaho, and on to Washington. Very few people even know it exists. But that doesn’t make it any less special. In this unique forest you’ll find rare grizzly bears, wolverine, threatened lynx, and the endangered mountain caribou. Almost all of the flora and fauna prior to European settlement still exist here. It’s not all good news, however. This ecosystem is threatened by road-building, and the grizzly bear population is so tenuous that augmentation is required to keep it hanging on. Most of the grizzlies live high up in the Purcell-Cabinet Mountains, foraging along the steep slopes and avalanche chutes. They are remarkable creatures, requiring space free of human development. The same can be said for the wolverine.

Most of the Purcell-Cabinet rainforest ecosystem is federal public land. For some, the phrase raises a big question mark (national forests and parks are a long way off for some people). For others, it elicits chills. Our National Parks and National Forests cradle the last roadless areas and in some cases protect a full array of native flora and fauna. In a way, these places are the most fascinating museums you’ll ever find.

It always puzzles me how people can spend all day inside the Field Museum of Natural History, staring at what is gone, while driving past (or not even having a basic understanding) of our living, current museums. While the value of the Field Museum of Natural History is undoubtedly high, one could make the case that our living museums are even higher. For here is a world that still exists, with creatures barely hanging on.

At this museum, you’ll feel the pinch of a mosquito rather than reading about the pinch. In this museum, the plants and trees give off oxygen. In this museum, that pair of eyes staring back at you may be powered by a functioning nervous system and a thrumming heart. In this museum, you can explain to your kids that what they are seeing is not a simulation or an app–that what stalks there lives and breathes just like they do, that there are no Dodo birds here. Not yet, anyway.

Go ahead, hop over that velvet rope barricade or slip on under. Get your shoes muddy, sweat a little. This exhibit is as real as it gets. It’s waiting for you, like it always has.

While in Montana over the fall and winter of 2013, I had the privilege of filming the white-tailed deer rut. The deer are not as cautious as usual, as they are focused on mating. I spent days with these gracious creatures, rising with the sun and leaving as it disappeared. After a while, I picked up on the deer’s rhythms, and maybe they picked up on mine.

This big buck decided to stop and pose for me in the teasel. Already I’m counting the days until I can return to the Northern Rockies. A person can still be homeless, even with a roof over their head.

Illinois has done it again. They made sure to kill another rare cougar as quickly as possible.

I’m embarrassed by the Illinois DNR, certain residents, and other government institutions when it comes to self-awareness. Embarrassed at the lack of tolerance for other living things. It seems that any wild animal, be it cougar or wolf, is gunned down or gleefully peppered with arrows as soon as it crosses the border. Cougars aren’t even protected in the state despite being extirpated many years ago.

It’s true, Illinois isn’t exactly wild country. I’d say it’s the least wild state. I’d also classify it as the least scenic state. Illinois wasn’t born this way. We did it.

On November 20th (I was out of town or I would have been all over this story), an Illinois Department of Natural Resources conservation officer responded to a call from a farmer in Whiteside County. Continue reading →

In November and December I had the privilege of shooting bighorn rams in far northwestern Montana. I had never been to the area before, and was thrilled to discover the furthest inland temperate rainforest in the world and the existence of a small band of grizzly bears. On top of that were the bighorn. They emerged slowly from tree line one morning, breath frosty and eyes wild.

Although not the tallest range in Montana (Snowshoe Peak is the highest at 8,738 feet), the Cabinet Mountains tower 6,000 feet over the river valleys, which is what counts when considering potential “oh wow” factor.

In my time spent in the Cabinets in sub zero temperatures, I came to realize these rutting bighorn were the true ambassadors to country I had never seen before. All through the morning I heard the crack of their horns as they smashed heads. Sitting here in the sprawl of Chicagoland, I can still hear them if I listen close enough.