The Tragic Story of a Bear Cub Hit by a Car in Yosemite
There are speed limits in National Parks and they aren’t just so you won’t miss those stunning views. Bears are hit by cars every year in Yosemite National Park and the park service continuously urges the public to follow the speed limits to help limit these collisions. Not sold yet? A story of a bear cub hit and killed in Yosemite might help you change your mind.
This story was posted by the park service about a sad vehicle-bear cub collision in Yosemite:
Speeding Kills Bear
We get this call a lot. Too much, to be honest. â€œBear hit by vehicle, dead on the side of the road.â€ Sadly, itâ€™s become routine. I log the coordinates into my phone, gather the equipment I may need, and head to the location. This call came in cold; it sounds like the collision happened sometime around noon and itâ€™s 4 pm now. The location is an hourâ€™s drive away, so by the time I get there itâ€™s well after 5 pm. I pull off on the shoulder, lug a large backpack of equipment over my back, and head off down the road. My job here is easy, really: find the bear, move its body far away from the road to prevent any other animals from getting hit while scavenging on it, fill out a report, and collect samples and measurements for research. Then Iâ€™m off on my way again with another number to add to the total of bears hit by vehicles this yearâ€”data we hope will help prevent future collisions. Pretty callous. However, the reality behind each of these numbers is not.
Per the coordinates I was given, Iâ€™m still a few hundred yards off, so I continue down the road scanning it for blood as cars whiz by. I try to remember how many times Iâ€™ve done this now and, truthfully, I donâ€™t know. This is not what any of us signs up for, but itâ€™s a part of the job nonetheless. Then something catches my eye. Itâ€™s small and artificial, and laying in the middle of the road. As I walk closer, I see that itâ€™s a broken shapeless car part, likely from an undercarriage. More cars whiz past. I turn my gaze from the car part down the embankment on the side of the road and there it is.
A cub. Its tiny light brown body laying just feet from me and the road, nearly invisible to every passerby. Itâ€™s a new cubâ€”couldnâ€™t be much more than six months old, now balled up and lifeless under a small pine tree. For a moment I lose track of time as I stand there staring at its tiny body, but then the sound of more cars whizzing by reminds me of my place and my role. I let out a deep sigh and continue on with my task.
I pick up the cubâ€”it couldnâ€™t be much more than 25 poundsâ€”and begin carrying it off into the woods. I have no certain destination; Iâ€™m just walking until I can no longer hear the hiss of the road behind me. I see a grassy spot surrounded by a semi-ring of down logs and gravitate towards it. The least I can do is find it a nice place to be laid. I lay it down in the grass protected by one of the nearby logs and sit back on the log opposite of it, slightly relieved that it looks far more in place now than when I found it earlier. I take another moment and then continue with my work.
I slide off my backpack, remove a binder, and start the assessment. Itâ€™s a female. This immediately triggers thoughts of the life this bear may have livedâ€”perhaps she would have had cubs of her ownâ€”but before I finish that thought I hear a stick break and look up. Just beyond the ring, thereâ€™s a familiar figure intently staring back at me. Itâ€™s another bear. Surprised, I stand up quickly and the bear runs off into the brush but stops not far off and looks back at me. Acting on instinct, I pick up a stick and smash it over a tree to scare the bear further away. I stand there quietly, listening as I hear the bearâ€™s footsteps tapper away.
A few silent minutes pass, and I settle back into my task. Timely coincidence, I think at first. It could be a bear coming to scavenge or this could be a common crossing area for whatever reasonâ€”we did have another bear hit and killed not far from here last week. But then I hear it, and it changes my mind completely. From behind me thereâ€™s a deep toned but soft sounding grunt. I immediately know what it is. Itâ€™s a vocalization, the kind sows (female bears) make to call to their cubs. I turn and look in its direction and there she is, the same bear from before intently staring back at me. Itâ€™s no coincidence. I can feel the callousness drain from my body. This bear is the mom, and she never left her cub.
My heart sinks. Itâ€™s been nearly six hours and she still hasnâ€™t given up on her cub. I can just imagine how many times she darted back and forth on that road in attempts to wake it. It’s extremely lucky that she wasn’t hit as well. The calls to the cub continue, sounding more pained each time. I glance back finding myself hoping it would respond to her call too, but of course, nothing. Now here I am, standing between a grieving mother and her child. I feel like a monster.
I get up, quickly pack my bag, and get out of there. It is time to go even though my task is not done. Quickly, I set up a remote camera. Why? Every year we report the number of bears that get hit by vehicles, but numbers donâ€™t always paint a picture. I want people to see what I saw: the sad reality behind each of these numbers.
So please, remember this. Remember that when traveling through Yosemite, we are all just visitors in the home of countless animals and it is up to us to follow the rules that protect them. Go the speed limit, drive alertly, and look out for wildlife. Protecting Yosemiteâ€™s black bears is something we can all do.
Learn more atÂ http://keepbearswild.org/vehicle-bear-collisions/.Â