(May 23, 2014)   -   We were fully aware of our intrusion into the still winter forest as we traipsed along with the loud clatter of our snowshoes. Branches breaking and grouse flushing, she would surely hear us coming, but we needed to keep pushing ahead to find F8 and her den before sunset. It was already 6:00 pm when we came to a forest clearing. The sun was beginning to fade from us behind the dense spruce forests, the resulting shadows an unwelcome change from the pleasant March sun. I raise...

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