Theo, Ice Age Fossils, and Gold-Part I

 Okay so we promised Theo, the gangster cat, that we would see animals. We're in Alaska, Fairbanks to be precise, and Theo wants animals. But we want to make one tiny stop. We've gotten wind of a place called Gold Daughters that is known for panning gold. That could be fun! (Stay tuned to Part II of Theo, Ice Age Bones and Gold)

Gold Daughters is run by two sisters (yes, they're also daughters) who opened a business based on their father's discovery. We're talking years ago. He not only discovered gold on his property, but he also discovered and (purely by accident) unearthed fossils, ancient bones of wooly mammoths, bison, etc. that roamed the Earth during the Ice Age. The fossils range from teeth to tusks. You can read more on his website: boneyardak.com. 

These fossils were examined by experts to verify that they were, indeed, authentic. Then they were categorized, initially stored, and are now on exhibit in a geodesic dome on their property. How cool is that?

We don't expect Theo to be as excited as we are, but inside the dome we let him loose and he's all about sniffing what's there. Imagine. Cats and dogs gain an enormous amount of information from sniffing. What is he picking up as he sniffs bones? 

Some background. During the Ice Age, and to appreciate this fact, you have to think COLD, the animals that could survive were different than today. They were mostly large mammals that could adapt to the cold. Think woolly mammoths, mastodons saber-toothed cats, rhinoceroses and giant ground sloths. The environment was glacial, and these mammals were forced to roam on treeless plains and forests. Many went extinct 10,000 to 13,500 years ago.

Wooly mammoths were twelve feet tall.

Giant ground sloths were twelve foot herbivores.

Giant beavers were seven feet long.

Wooly rhinoceros had thick hair and two horns.

I know this sounds like a script for a Hollywood movie, but the fossils in this dome prove these animals existed . . . once upon a time.

I stop to read some of the background:

But Theo makes the greatest discovery of all. I'm lost in looking at all the fossils until Theo hones in on teeth. Gigantic teeth. He sniffs and then he wraps his paws around the teeth on the shelf. Which means, yes, he's jumped up onto the shelf . . . and has decided that he wants to take the teeth home? That he needs to get closer than close to sniff them properly? That he's suddenly in cat love with teeth?

Of course, there's a struggle. "Let the teeth go,"I whisper.

He gives me his famous gangster smile or should I write smirk.

"I'm warning you."

Which, of course, does no good. Dan is the hero. Calmly, he walks over and shimmies the teeth away from Theo. I hold onto them securely, left over panic coursing through my body as a small part of me realizes the size of these teeth from a mastodon compared to my teeth. Yikes! 

Luckily, this dome is filled with boneyard fossils that are so interesting no one seems to notice. Everyone is busy looking, looking, looking at all the bones unearthed from permafrost, which is ice frozen for years. 

"You can sniff but you can't take them home."

He looks despondent.

"Theo, be reasonable. You want to carry these teeth . . ."

Theo is nothing but a cool cat. He shrugs. "I only wanted to sniff them." 

Really?

"Well, go ahead and sniff."

He does. But was that really all he wanted?

Chuck Spots a Bison Burger on Steroids

 

    Yellowstone National Park is a big place. Correction. It is a big, terrifying, dangerous and beautiful place. While you, the innocent tourist with your over-eager sometimes hero cat (a legend in his own mind) are admiring the views,

you could get gored by a bison, if you get too close.

    This, I think, is the main problem when you're a tourist surrounded by wild animals. There are no electric fences or moats separating the animals from the tourists. When you're in Yellowstone, you're in the Wild West.

    As we traveled through the park, safely ensconced in our vehicle, we saw hundreds, probably thousands of bison grazing, minding their own business.

 

   

 Yellowstone is the only place in the United States where bison have lived continuously since prehistoric times. The park's population comprising the nation's largest population on public land--approximately 500,000. At one time, the bison were near extinction. But President Theodore Roosevelt came to the rescue.

    Years ago, I came too close to a bison in a parking lot. Close up, you can see how big they actually are. On average, a male bison stands between five and six feet tall and can be eleven feet long. Their horns alone are two feet long. And they weigh between 2200 and 2500 pounds. They are the largest mammal in North America. But don't be deceived. If you've ever watched them lumber along, you could think to yourself, ah, in a pinch, I could outrun this guy anytime. But you couldn't be more wrong. 

    

     Bison are known for spinning and changing direction quickly. Despite their weight, they can jump fences. They are strong swimmers. And they can run up to 35 mph. 

     

      I knew some of these bison facts when we were in Yellowstone, stopped and got out for a photo shoot. A group of bison were far enough away that I considered us safe as houses. For once, I could relax and just admire the view.  

     Chuck was in seventh heaven. He was all sniff, sniff, and more sniffing as he pawed around, trying to make sense of the ground underneath him. There were a few bushes that attracted his interest. I watched him for awhile and convinced he couldn't get into any mischief, I glanced away. Just for a second.

    Chuck zeroed in on the stream bordering us on one side. I heard the gurgling in the background and didn't think anything of it. It only added to the beauty of the nature scene before us. 

    But I was wiser now. After the boardwalk experience, I'd learned my lesson and wasn't about to let the rascal out of my sight. 

    He's a clever one. He sauntered in a diagonal direction--a little left, then a little right, but from the big view, it was clear to see the belly boy was heading toward the stream. Hmn. Would he jump in? Was he only looking for a drink? 

    He stopped when he was pretty darned close. Maybe two feet from the water. But I was right there behind him. 

    "Chuck," I said, "if you think you're going to jump into that stream or get close enough to get a drink of . . ."

    I saw the bison at that moment. On the other side of the stream. I kept my iPhone steady and began shooting, all the while holding onto Chucky, just in case.

    My first thought was--there were two bodies of water separating us. So we were pretty safe. Bison Boy was busy drinking water and not thinking about us at all. This was the closest I'd gotten so far to one of these magnificent animals so I could really see him. I dawdled. I'll stay here just a minute, I said as I made my recording. There was just something so breathtaking about the moment.  

    A little voice in my head then said, "If he decides to charge you, you'll be a goner. Just at the moment when you realize he's coming for you, he'll already be there. That's how fast they are. Is it worth the risk?"

    I know that bison have poor eyesight, but they have excellent hearing and an excellent sense of smell. It was June. They were losing their winter coats. It was all down to whether he felt threatened or not.

    Then I remembered. Look at his tail. If it's down and wagging, he's happy. If it's pointed straight up, you're in big trouble, and the bison is about to charge. I pulled Chucky closer to me, even as he was squirming to get away. 

    The bison's tail was down and wagging back and forth.

    "You are one lucky Chucky," I said. Nevertheless, I moonwalked back from the stream, holding Chucky in my arms. You never know what can happen when you travel with a rascal cat.