A typical JBB trap check team, which would then split
up into two subgroups.
Much of each day was spent hiking through the forest
to find and check the traps.
Chicken goes in the trap, trap goes in the forest. Fossas
in the forest...
The chicken was held in place behind sticks up to an
inch thick. A fossa will reduce those sticks, literally, to matchwood.
A fossa will also do this to a chicken. Note the head
in the lower left. The fossa in question also managed to do this without
setting off the trap.
A camera trap, in context. Trip the beam next to the
camera, and it goes off. The project got a couple shots of scared poachers
that way.
The lowest point of the project, when we found Caesar's
collar, clearly cut off a corpse.
And the highest point, when we captured the only fossa
for our team, Quintus. Don't miss his movie here.
As I approached the cage, Quintus squirmed over on his
back so that all his sharp parts would be pointed at me.
This was our only new capture, a wild cat named Heathcliff.
Shawn loads the blowgun to subdue Heathcliff.
Shawn lifts the thoroughly drugged Heathcliff out of
the trap.
Shawn and Robin transporting Heathcliff back to camp.
Luke samples, tests, and thoroughly documents Heathcliff.
Some weird white guy poses with the collared and extremely
stoned Heathcliff.
If he weren't higher than a weather satellite here,
he would be clawing me raw.