“There,” says Spence, pointing at something down on a ridge below. To the unknowing eye, there’s nothing to see. Just a stand of scrubby dead trees on a lichen-covered ridge. But as the helicopter swoops down, what Spence has spotted comes into clearer focus: a pit dug into the ridge next to a tailings pile of gravel, sand and white slabs of rock. Two hundred metres away, along the same ridge, a second pit.
We land on the muskeg beside a small lake. Mating pairs of Canada geese paddle to the opposite shoreline. The females have been laying eggs in the reeds. We climb up onto the gravel ridge, and it feels like setting foot into somebody’s home. A skinny trail carves through a carpet of reindeer lichen scattered with crowberries and cranberries. “Everything that walks likes terrain like this — caribou, bears, wolves,” explains Clark. “It’s the best way to travel through a wetland.”
There are signs of a bear written everywhere along this ridge. Spence points out an old log that’s been clawed apart, likely by a bear looking for grubs. Clark leans down to measure the diameter of an old bear scat, thick with berries. “The bigger the scat, the bigger the bear,” he says. The pilot stumbles on an old kill site, a scattering of small rib bones and clumps of matted auburn fur. “It looks like fox,” muses Spence, adding that a grizzly bear wouldn’t hesitate to dig up a fox den, especially one full of spring-born kits.
The bear dens are on the east face of the gravel ridge, large hollows measuring three metres wide, dug deep into the gravel. Both of the ceilings have collapsed. Spence and Clark agree the dens were likely dug by the same bear a year or so apart. Clark gets down on the ground to inspect the remaining substrate at the entrance to one of the dens, a tangle of dried bog birch and willows. He’s searching for hair samples. The tailings pile of gravel and rocks dug out by the bear measures over a metre high.
“I’ve never seen a polar bear dig a den like that,” says Spence, shaking his head. “She dens in July, and the roof, with the rain, wouldn’t hold — it would collapse. There’s no way a polar bear would dig this. Polar bears den by the water. She wants to get into the peat where it’s cool.”
Clark points out the heavy boulders in the tailings pile. “I can’t imagine a black bear would move boulders like that.”
Clark then points out that characteristics of these dens are consistent with ones documented in the Northwest Territories, Nunavut and Alaska, known to be dug and occupied by barren-ground grizzly bears. It’s a light bulb moment for him. “They’re likely feeding on the coast and denning in the interior,” he says.
Clark installs two trail cameras along the ridge, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bear that made a home here over two seasons.
After an hour on the ground, it’s time to fly the coastline before heading back to town. Just as we lift off the ridge, Clark spots a moose in the muskeg below. “She’s got a calf,” he says over the radio. “No, wait — she’s got twins.” The moose leads her young into the protection of the willows. The sighting suggests there’s more to Wapusk than meets the eye. This so-called “barren bog” is rich with berries, geese, caribou, fox, bears and, now, moose, which many say are becoming more frequent in the Hudson Bay Lowlands. It’s yet another indication of the changing ecosystem in the area. “You wouldn’t have seen that in 1996,” says Clark, shaking his head in disbelief.