National Geographic : 1966 Aug
table at the project's Yellowstone headquarters, X marks a bear. John Craighead takes one bearing from a rotating antenna on the roof; a mobile tracking unit gives the second line of direction. The struggling young grizzly in a weighing sling at right awakens from the immo bilizing drug too soon-and angrily protests the indignity. A second injection quieted him. KODACHROMES(C N GS in our receiver, now beeping loud and clear. No tracks led away from the cave. The grizzly sow had recently arrived, was certain ly still awake, and therefore was aware that she had visitors. Our approach undoubtedly had made her withdraw deep into her den. "Wonder if she has her yearlings with her," mused Maurice. "We can't take a chance on riling her now," I said, and there were nods of agreement as we looked around at the big lodgepoles. Our best defense against a charge would be to climb a tree; adult grizzlies can't. But the lowest branches on these straight trunks were 30 feet from the ground. Asleep with eyes open, Marian feels noth ing as Harry Reynolds, Jr., and Bill Staniger tattoo her number. One drug deprives the sow of the use of muscles, another knocks her unconscious. Dental compound on the lips shows she has been "tooth-printed."