Land of the Bears Page #3

...and will lead them

to their birthplace.

In small groups,

they begin the journey upstream

to go lay eggs

and perpetuate the species.

The bears will meet them

at their destination.

So, from the mountains

and the forests

where they took shelter,

from the valleys

where they grazed,

from everywhere,

they head to the best rivers

for fishing.

They walk for days,

following the trails left

by generations of bears

before them.

The young bear is there,

ready to fish.

He mustn't make

the same mistake as last year,

when he failed

to eat enough fish.

The mother and her cubs

are there too.

Then the huge males arrive.

Experience has taught them

to be patient

and not run around.

They know how to wait

for the right moment

to make sure

the salmon don't get away.

The tiny baby fish,

born the previous year,

nibble on pieces of fish

stuck between the bear's paws.

For once, something small

eats something big.

The bears have one objective

this summer -

to stuff themselves with

salmon, as many as 50 a day,

and stock as much fat as

possible in order to survive.

That won't be a problem

for the huge males,

but it's not the case for the

mothers and the younger bears.

The fish are too agile

and the river is too wide.

It's extremely difficult

to fish

and keep other bears away

at the same time.

The cubs are carefree

and oblivious to the pressure

their mothers endure.

But why would they fish

for themselves

if they don't have to?

This is what all mothers

and cubs experience.

In the morning,

the males search for salmon

again at the edge of the river.

They don't have any cubs

to look after

and will keep all the fish

they catch for themselves.

The mothers must find

a better place to fish,

a spot where there are

more salmon, easier to catch.

The higher upriver

the salmon swim,

the more tired they become,

so the mothers follow them,

moving away from

the mouth of the river.

We ride on the snowy hills

Under the moonlight

The cols of the valleys

Fade in the night

Come where

the rocky mountain streams

Meet the sky

Where the rivers run so clear

And cold...

Still further upriver,

there's a place

with more salmon

than any other place

in the world.

Lake Kurile.

Millions of salmon

cross this lake every summer.

The bears of Kamchatka know it,

so they arrive at the lake

hundreds at a time.

We fight against thunder

Struggle with storms

And dance in the fires

Of willows and thorns

Oh, where the future

meets the past

I will ride on

Where the ancient tales

are right

I'll Call

Riding, riding

We'll reach the holy fields

So far away, so far away

Riding, riding...

The young bear

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