Page 7 - Wyoming's Grizzly Harvest - The Story the State Wants to Bury with the Bears

Wyoming’s Grizzly Harvest Cry Wolf I “Y ou’d better not tell anybody where it was,” my friend cautioned after I shared the news. “Because if you do, that will become the trophy,” he said with resignation. And he was right, and that he was in so few words revived the specter of a couple of hundred years west of the Missouri, and spoke to neighbors of a kind today who in reality are not separated by yards, a block, or even the next town, but remain divided by an ocean. The news was a white grizzly bear. At least three people saw it. Before my friend, the first person I am informed was Chief Arvol Looking Horse, who had explained to me before that when the white animals appear it is both a blessing and a warning. This was prophesied many generations ago, and Arvol, like others charged with the spiritual welfare of their people, has been waiting. “It will be a signal that great changes are upon us,” he told me over twenty years ago, before the first white buffalo calf was born. “They will show the sacred color, white, as that is how they will communicate 7