Little Chief Hare, monarch of the mountains
I found them in Sierra County.
That's the best I could do with my point-and-shoot camera -- the same one (Sony s600) I use in the camera traps.
To see how cute they really are check out Bill Schmoker's images here.
Little Chief's rugged domain
My plan was to search for Little Chief Hare by skirting a large talus slide
just visible through the red firs on Scenic Route 49.
The women, and especially the g'daughters were keen to see the Little Chiefs, but not if it meant climbing a talus slope.
They had their own plan, so they sent me on my way with a pack lunch and Fred.
Alder thickets -- potential mountain beaver habitat -- threw me off course before I reached the rocks.
I took off my glasses and waded into the tangled sticks looking for Aplodontia's nipped twigs and burrows.
Snow pack had laid the alder stems low,
and newer shoots tried to correct the course to the sky.
The plant community, slope, and soil moisture seemed adequate to support mountain beavers, but there was no sign of them.
I headed up the hill wondering if talus under the soil prevented their burrowing.
We were in the middle of the rock slide when I heard the penetrating announcement . . .
Pip-squeak . . . . pip-squeak . . . .
Little Chief had us in his sights, and bolted his head forward with each couplet.
A second Chief protested lustily and disappeared into the rubble as we approached.
We listened to it sounding its alarm deep beneath our feet.
Onward and upward.
Fred proved himself a surefooted talus climber, but he was the only black body on the white reflective granite, and the length of his hanging tongue started to worry me.
He didn't want to drink from my hand. He wanted water as it poured from the bottle's spout.
My GPS showed Deadman Lake and Peak somewhere above us, and I decided to go for it.
Deadman Lake -- one of the northern Sierra Nevada's glaciated lakes.
Reaching the lake was kind of a Lewis and Clark moment.
Fred cooled off, we ate lunch, and I studied my GPS topo to plan the return trip.
Fred cooling off with bear bell in full view.
So we found Little Chief Hare, navigated to Deadman Lake, and made the return trip down a steep ravine at the east end of the talus.
The round trip was only 2 miles and a climb of about 800 ft.
It was a good hike, but I think camera trapping Little Chief will be hard.
Heat and updrafts will trigger the sensor as soon as the sun hits the rock. I can expect hundreds of pictures of rocks.
But it's still worth a try -- next year.