July/August 2010 issue
Living in the boreal forest, the Lynx, a medium-sized wild cat, can grow to a metre in length and averages 5 to 15 kilograms.
||Catch a glimpse of the elusive cross-border cat in an expanded photo essay.
||Discover more videos, interactive features and photo essays about the Canada-U.S. border.
Defining the Canada-U.S. Border
On the frontier between Canada and the United States, weed whackers and wile keep the boundary clear and quiet. Read more
At Smuggler’s Inn, guests are encouraged to watch cross-border smuggling from the comfort of their rooms. Read more
First Nations’ Border Struggles
In a land with no lines, how do you define the end of one territory and the beginning of another? Read more
Lynx: The Cross-border Cat
Lynx don’t care about the line between Ontario and Minnesota, and researchers on both sides are starting to pay attention. Read more
Stanstead on the Borderline
Boosting security in the border town of Stanstead, Quebec, divides a peaceful community.
Ontario’s Elvis Festival
The King comes to Collingwood in a cross-border cultural exchange. Read more
Discover more videos, interactive features and photo essays about the Canada-U.S. border.
Lynx: The Cross-border Cat (Page 1 of 2)
Lynx don’t care about the line between Ontario and Minnesota, and researchers on both sides are starting to pay attention.
By Cheryl Lyn Dybas with Photography by Ilya Raskin
Ron Moen rattles his grey pickup truck down a back road covered by hard-packed snow in Minnesota’s Superior
National Forest, a few dozen kilometres south of the Canada–U.S. border. We’re surrounded by a winter wonderland
of rime-tipped balsam firs and frozen lakes that stretches north to Ontario and beyond. Moen skids to a halt beside
a steep snowdrift, and we step out of the truck into banks so deep, they stop the six-foot-tall wildlife biologist in his
tracks. It’s early March, dusk is settling, and all is silent. Moen and I slog a few metres toward the forest edge and enter a
thicket of firs and alders, their boughs doubled over with ice from a recent storm. His voice muffled by the collar of his
parka, Moen whispers, “It’s out there. Somewhere.”
|Map the Lynx’s range around Lake Superior.|
“It” is Lynx canadensis, a northern forest cat as elusive as sasquatch. Known to the Ojibwa as “the vigilant protector
of the people,” the lynx sees without being seen in this white-on-white world. Here in the boreal forest, the
medium-sized wild cat, which can grow to a metre in length and averages 5 to 15 kilograms, appears to have it all: its
main prey, the snowshoe hare; the brushy woods the hare prefers; and the deep snows that the lynx and hare bound
across using the thick cushions of hair on the soles of their large feet. But the lynx — which lives in all provinces except
Prince Edward Island and in Minnesota, Maine, Montana, Washington, Wyoming, Alaska and Colorado, where a
reintroduction program has been under way since 1999 — became a prize catch when fur prices boomed in the 1970s
and 1980s. It was hunted and pushed to the brink in the lower 48 states and has been listed as a threatened species for
a decade, even though it is still trapped, mostly for fur coats, in Canada. (In response to overharvesting in the early
1900s, Ontario instituted a trapline registration system in 1947; the province’s population is said to be recovering.)
|“A scenario predicted by climate-change models says the cat’s habitat could move as much as 200 kilometres by 2100.”
Biologists at Environment Canada believe there are at least 110,000 lynx in the country. Because the lynx is so
secretive, however, population estimates are just that — estimates. Nobody knows how many live in the United
States. (There may be lynx in Oregon and Idaho and from Wisconsin to New Hampshire, but experts believe the
animals occasionally pass through and do not constitute established populations.) Fewer than 250 likely live in
Minnesota, says Moen, a reserved 49-year-old based at the University of Minnesota Duluth. And as the continuous
snow cover and boreal forest shift north, a scenario predicted by climate-change models, the cat’s habitat could
move as much as 200 kilometres by 2100. Which means, says forest ecologist Lee Frelich of the University of
Minnesota Twin Cities, “Canadian wildlife biologists need only look south” to see the conservation challenges they’ll
be facing in the near future.
Scientists on both sides of the border are trying to discover how much lynx populations in Ontario and
Minnesota intermingle and which parts of the landscape play a critical role in their border crossings. Needless to say, lynx
don’t respect the international boundary, crossing the line regularly in search of meals or mates. Yet because they’re a
threatened species in the United States, they’re managed completely differently in the two countries, says Justina
Ray, a biologist at the Wildlife Conservation Society Canada.
Minnesota is currently at the southern edge of the lynx’s range east of the Rockies. Superior National Forest and
Bridger-Teton National Forest in Wyoming are two “priority areas” for lynx conservation, according to a 2007 report
by The Nature Conservancy. “Intensive natural resources management intervention” will be required, the report says
— in other words, the type of work that has taken Moen into these woods in search of lynx for more than seven years.
Out of sight behind the alders, Moen has set five box traps. Made of steel fencing and wood, with a trigger mechanism
that shuts the door, the rectangular enclosures are baited with road-killed deer. Once trapped, as 35 have been over the
years, the lynx is tranquilized using a pole syringe and is fitted with a Global Positioning System (GPS) or a Very High
Frequency (VHF) radio collar so that Moen and his colleagues can track its movements. Moen also takes a blood
sample to determine the animal’s health and for DNA analysis to identify individuals.
There are no lynx in Moen’s traps today, so we retreat to
his truck. He opens the door and leans in, then emerges brandishing what looks like old-style TV rabbit ears to listen for
the lynx already collared for his study. Each collar has its own frequency, which Moen can search for on his radio receiver.
At first, we hear static. Then suddenly: beep-beep-beep.
Continued on Page 2 »
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Sad it has come to this. We have the same over reaction by the US Enforcement officials. As a place cut off from the rest of the US, with BC as our main source of everything, we also suffer from these heavy handed tactics
I am a graduate of Stanstead College, I experienced the easy going nature of the border guards first hand in the 1970s, as I used to travel on foot across the border regularly to return to the U.S. for visits. I was present during the period in which security concerns were just beginning to surface; most surprising about this was it was initiated by Canada due to the Montreal Olympics. The "bar" was set in place to protect athletes from the travesty of the Munich Olympic debacle. Valid or not, safety concerns have been at the forefront for 40 years.
I was born in Rock Island 1941 and grew up in Graniteville. I went to school in Beebe Quebec. I have tried all possible routes to find out the year that the old school was torn down and replaced with the Beebe Intermediate School. It is next to impossible to find any info on the Three Villages as I knew them from 1940 - 1960. If you could help me with the dates I would appreciate it. Thank you.
Could someone please point me in the direction of the 1955 Canadian National Geographic film? I'd like to view this for myself. Thankss!
I'm Canadian and I was standing on the Canadian side filming houses and stuff on the US side when a US border patrol walkd over and asked : What are you doing filming US establishments. Told him it was nothing - I didn't mean anything by it - I was a tourist, to which he responded : and why were you filming at the other border crossing? Free trade, did you say? Wasn't that bad od an experience though - but I never returned...
I'm one of those bordertown dual citizens. Grew up in Stanstead, had Vermont friends, went to the Drive In in Derby Line. Grandmother, Mother, and all of us have moved back and forth across that line all of our lives. Locals know to report. Gates do not bother us, American and Canadian border guards know us and treat us well. It's never been a impediment to the two communities, which really are one community without the constrictions. Most of which exist in outsider's perceptions.
After decades of normality the department of homeland security has 'Berlin Walled" this community fortunately the number of terrorists caught in this town has made it all worthwhile.
What about simply moving the border outside the city on both sides like the international peace park in North Dakota/Manitoba? Either side can drive into the area, but you clear customs when leaving from either side.
I'd love to see a completely open border (like the EU has inside the Schengen) but Canada's asylum rules might be a sticking point as would the US attitude towards guns.
The United States has bigger problems to worry about than a small peaceful town. The United States can't keep the Mexican border safe so why worry about this peaceful area? Like I said already the United States has bigger problems they should be worrying about!
I use to live on Canusa Street when I was about 9 years old. Our neighbours with their American Flags on the front of their homes always had different school holidays than we did. I noticed that when I was a kid. We always crossed the Street to go play with them. And, the Customs Officers on both sides of Canusa were always friendly... back then.