The movie, Big Miracle, and what I witnessed in real life, part 2: introducing Malik, Roy Ahmaogak, Price Brower, and the gray whales themselves; first physical contact
Saturday, February 4, 2012 at 9:27PM ;)
The movie, Big Miracle, begins with a scene in which Malik and his young grandson Nathan are in an umiak (skin boat) with their crew, paddling toward a bowhead. Later in the movie, Nathan makes a comment to his Aapa Malik that makes it clear that Malik does not use, or believe in using, motor boats to hunt whales.
Now I introduce you to the real Malik in a picture that I took about a week before Roy Ahmaogak discovered the three stranded gray whales. That's Malik - standing at the front of the boat, his baseball cap on his head, bill upturned, as it always seemed to be. The fluttering flag is the banner of the Patkotak crew of Barrow, captained by Simeon. With Malik as their harpooner, they have just harvested a bowhead and after a tow of many hours are about to land it at the edge of Barrow.
As you can see, Malik is in a motor boat.
In real life, Malik, as Iñupiat hunters tend to be, was an adaptible and practical person when it came to hunting. In the spring, the Chukchi Sea offshore Barrow is covered by two platforms of ice - the grounded shorefast ice which usually extends four to seven miles offshore - and the polar pack ice, always drifting, floating, swirling around the North Pole.
A lead, sometimes very narrow, sometimes so wide one cannot see acoss it, develops between the shorefast ice and the polar pack. The bowheads that migrate through this lead system to summer feeding grounds in the eastern Beaufort Sea can appear anywhere within the breadth of the lead, but they often travel very close to the edge of the shorefast ice.
Then, the most practical and sensible thing to do is to camp at the edge of that ice, with a quiet umiak, and when a bowhead comes swimming close in, to launch, paddle to the whale, and harpoon it. If it is not an instant kill and the whale swims off, motor boats will be launched to give chase.
The fall hunt is a very different matter. While there may be plenty of ice pans and icebergs floating in the ocean, for the most part it tends to be open. In such conditions, a motor boat is a much more practical and efficient tool than an umiak. So, being practical, efficient, intelligent people, the hunters leave the skin boats behind and go out in motor boats - just as Malik and the Patkotak crew had done on this day.
As you can see, quite a bit of ice was floating around in the Chukchi near shore - more than is normal for early October. This early buildup would continue until ice conditions would become just right to trap three young, juvenile gray whales in its clutch.
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In addition to the Patkotak Crew, the ABC crew, captained by Arnold Brower, Sr., an elder who would also play a crucial role in the gray whale resuce, landed a bowhead that same evening.
In the spring, the people use manpower to haul the whale out onto the ice, but in the fall, with the whales being brought to land at the edge of the village, it is practical and logical to use big D-9 Cats to pull the whales out of the water, so that is what they do and that is what they did.
Even so, the hard, heavy, work of cutting, dividing, cooking and storing the whale would remain an act of physically demanding, intensive, labor. The work would continue all night long, through the next day and beyond.
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As soon as the Patkotak and Brower whales been taken care of and the community fed, Malik went back out into the Chukchi in a motorized, aluminum boat to harpoon for the Savik crew, captained by Lawrence Ahmaogak - Savik. Savik stayed on land and put his son, Roy, in charge.
Also in the boat were Billy Itta and Roy Okpik.
It was an overcast but calm day. Visibility was good, broken by small patches of fog. After they had been out awhile, Roy and crew heard a report of a nearby bowhead, spotted by hunters in other boats. Malik instructed Roy to head towards those boats. Some crews had tried to go for the whale, but it had dived and eluded them.
"When we got close," Roy recalled afterward, "the whale stayed up. It never tried to go away. It just stayed up, as if it wanted to give itself to us."
Malik stood at the front of the boat. He raised the harpoon over his shoulder as Billy readied himself with the shoulder gun. The whale waited as Roy steered the boat until it was practically on top of the bowhead. Malik, who had been known to jump right onto the back of a whale to harpoon it, thrust his weapon into the whale, sinking the harpoon, attaching the float and firing the bomb-loaded darting gun. Billy then fired the shoulder gun and Okpik tossed the float. The explosions of the bombs reverberated through the boat. Nearby crews helped put another four bombs into the whale and in 15 minutes it was dead - its gift given and received.
A total of 22 boats joined in the tow and it took many hours to drag the bowhead through the water to shore, where the hunters were greeted by many happy people. That's Malik, in the foreground at right, exchanging a hug with Darlene Matumeak Kagak. Behind him is Roy Ahmaogak, holding his young son, Bennie. James Matumeak reaches out to embrace them both.
To their side is Jana Harcharek, an educator who, in 2009, was named Iñupiat of the Year for her leadership in in developing Iñupiaq language curriculum for students of all ages.
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When Roy had finished up his part of doing the cutting, storing, putting up the whale and feeding the community, he took a bit of rest. When he awoke, he got the urge to go back down to the ocean to see how conditions looked - perhaps even to spot a whale. Barrow had used up its strike quota but to the east, heavy ice conditions had forced the village of Nuiqsut to stop its hunt without using their three strikes. If conditions stayed good enough here, the odds were good that Nuiqsut's remaining strikes would be transferred to Barrow.
Roy wanted to be ready.
This time, Roy traveled not by boat but by snowmachine. He left his home in the Browerville subdivision of Barrow and traveled on and along the broad sand spit that ends at Point Barrow, about ten miles away.
It was Friday, October 7, 1988. Near Plover Point, just south of Point Barrow, he saw something quite unexpected. There was no open water now, but slush, locked in place between the shore and a high pressure ridge that had formed a few miles out.
Roy was surprised to see three gray whales, surfacing in three holes that they kept open in the slush. If they had been bowheads, the slush would not have bothered them. They would have sliced through it as if it were nothing.
But gray whales do not have the same thick, tough, ice-breaking heads that bowheads do.
Roy returned to Barrow and reported what he had seen to the North Slope Borough Department of Wildlife Management.
Before much more time passed, Billy Adams, a whaler who worked with NSB Wildlife Management, led me by snowmachine to the shore from where the whales could be seen.
The slush had yet to harden into ice. It could not be walked on. Now, only two holes remained open, one a couple of hundred yards from shore, the other maybe 200 feet.
The holes were empty when Billy first pointed then out to me. Then, a snout rose into one, followed by that hollow, blast of a sound that a whale makes when it exhales.
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Soon, another whale followed. Shortly thereafter, another. A bit later, the third - the smallest one, the tip of its snout already eroding from pushing through and scraping against the slushy ice.
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After a bit, the whales moved to the other hole, and then they kept going back and forth between the two holes. It was both wonderful and horrible to witness. Wonderful, because it is always wonderful to see a whale, and to hear the hollow, blasts of their breath. Horrible, because in those breaths I heard both their desire and desperation to live - and I did not believe they had much time left to live. Their deaths could potentially be drawn out and miserable, as the slush hardened and the ice slowly enclosed over and suffocated them to death.
The best thing, it seemed to be me, would be for skilled hunters to come and quickly put them out of their misery. Yes, so far, all the hunters that I heard had agreed that these gray whales should be given some time, to see if maybe a hard wind would blow from the west and sweep the distant pressure ridge and this slush out to sea and so free the whales. If that failed, then perhaps the hunters themselves might think of something - I couldn't imagine what, but, again and again, I had been amazed at the incredible resourcefulness the hunters had shown in dealing with all kinds of challenges on their frigid ocean homeland.
Yet, how could they possibly deal with this?
Traditionally, the Iñupiat never hunted grays on a regular basis. A wounded gray whale can be very dangerous. The skin is so riddled with barnacles that the maktak - the skin and the blubber attached to it - does not make good food - but of course, the flesh would be good. Historically, when hunters have found sea mammals, be they seals, walrus, belugas... whatever... stranded in an ice hole, it was like a gift given to them from the creator, something to accept and rejoice over.
Still, in this case, the whalers were ready to wait a bit, give the whales some time, talk it over, see what developed.
How did these whales get into this predicament?
They were all young whales, juveniles with much to learn. No one can be certain, but perhaps they were like teenagers, lollygagging and having a good time doing whatever they pleased while their older and wiser forebearers and their more obediant young peers hurried off on their way to Mexico.
Freeze up came very early. The three gray whales found themselves trapped.
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On the shore, just a yard or two from the slush, I found this seagull, frozen in the snow. Billy and I climbed onto our snowmachines and drove back to Barrow.
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I think it was two days later when I boarded a North Slope Borough Search and Rescue helicopter along with Dr. Thomas Albert, Senior Scientist of the NSB Wildlife management and some other biologists. Between my first visit and this one, Oran Caudle, a videographer who worked at the North Slope Borough TV Studio, had been helicoptered out to shoot some video from the shore.
I knew that if word of these trapped whales reached the outside world, the major media would flood into Barrow. I had seen the huge amount of interest generated by the exploits of "Humphrey," the humpback whale who had repeatedly swum into the Sacramento River, migrated upstream and then had to be rescued.
I was certain that these whales would generate the same interest - but perhaps even more so, because their situation was so much more dire - impossible, it appeared to me.
I hoped that I could just quietly follow whatever was about to unfold until this saga reached what I was certain would be its tragic end. I did not want to disturbed by outside media. I hoped that Oran would demonstrate the good sense to keep quiet about what he saw and keep the tape close until the event had played itself out.
Before landing, we flew out over the hole for the aerial view.
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Whale in the hole.
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We landed on the shore. The slush had turned solid, but was still very thin. Helicopter pilot Price Brower, an Iñupiat whaler himself, tested the ice with his foot and determined that it was strong enough for us to walk on. So we headed toward the holes. but I was nervous. I judged the ice to be no more than three inches thick, if that. Salt water ice has an elasticity to it that freshwater ice does not, and I could feel the ice fall and rise beneath my boots as we walked toward the holes - somewhat the same effect that one might experience walking on a water bed - but not quite so pronounced.
I feared the action of the whales might cause the ice to crack and break beneath our feet.
Price seemed confident, so we all followed.
And then, right at the edge of the hole, helicopter pilot and Iñupiat whale hunter Price Brower dropped down onto his tummy. He inched his way toward the hole. Even as he did, the snout of the whale directly in front of him glided slowly through the water towards him.
Price reached out and touched the whale. The first physical contact between humanity and the stuck whales had been made. It would not be the last.
When we got back to Barrow, I learned Oran Caudle had done the very thing that I had hoped he would not - he had sent his footage to Channel 2 in Anchorage.
I knew that was it. The world's attention would now be riveted on Barrow, and on the whales. I felt that a natural tragedy was about to unfold, and the world would witness it, live on TV. I would not get to shoot my exclusive, solitary, tragic, essay, but would have to contend with the sharp elbows and hard shoves of the national news media - TV cameramen in particular.
I made prints of the final two images above and put them on the next jet to Anchorage, addrressed to the Anchorage Daily News. The Daily News ran the photo of Price and the whale looking at each other across the full width of its front page, with the one of the touch inset directly below it.
The photo editor asked me if they could put them on AP. I said go ahead. So off these pictures went, to appear in the newspapers of the world, both large and small.
Because of this, when I would later be talking with my peers in print media, they would blame me for setting off the whole insane, terrible, wonderful, absurd, cruel, compassionate, ruckus that followed.
But no, it wasn't my fault. I was not to blame. It was Oran Caudle's fault, for sending the video out, for sending moving images of our fellow, breathing, gasping, creatures, the whales, struggling against all odds for another breath, into practically every TV-equipped living room in the world.
I merely acted in self-defense, so as not to be totally innundated by the media onslaught that I knew would soon follow.
Even though I knew it would come, I didn't really know. How could anyone have known? The events that would soon take place would eclipse all preconception.
Now that I have started this gray whale series on my blog, I am committed and determined to finish it, but it is only now, as I prepare to post at 9:18 PM what I had anticipated posting between 3:00 and 4:00 PM that I have fully realized what a challenge I have given myself, what a time-consuming burden I have undertaken.
I am not an organized person. While the bulk of my gray whale rescue contact sheets negatives are all together, several are spread about elsewhere. I have not even located them all yet. I have no scanner with which to digitize them. Unless I had already scanned the images for my book, Gift of the Whale, the only means I have to digitize them is to photograph the negatives with one of my digital SLR cameras, then convert the negative images to a positives in Photoshop and then tweak that fairly low-grade (but still better, I think, than those produced by the low-cast scanners on the market) into a blog presentable image.
The process is more complicated and takes much longer than I had anticipated. Before I continue on, I need to regroup a bit, figure some things out, come up with better, swifter, methodology. I need to spend some real time figuring out not only what is in my contact sheets, but I must locate the negatives that are missing. I am confident that they are within six feet of where I now sit, but that doesn't mean they will be at all easy to find.
Tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday. I figure that at least the US, if not the world, will be absorbed by the game. I think I will watch it, too. My family, or much of my family (Melanie is traveling in Southwest Alaska, Rex with Cortney in Hawaii and Caleb will probably join his buddies - I don't know what Lisa will do) will be here. So a great deal of my time is going to go, right there - to Super Bowl Sunday. I hope to eat more pizza than is good for me.
Other than this, I plan to spend the rest of my time exploring, figuring out what I have, trying to improve my camera "scanning" method and flow.
Maybe I will post something tomorrow, maybe not. By Monday, I hope to come back strong in the continuation of this series and then keep blasting away at it until it is done. It won't be early Monday, though. Early Monday, I must drive Marge back to Anchorage, so she can resume her babysitting duties.
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Complete series index:
Part 2: Roy finds the whales; Malik
Part 5: To rescue or euthanize
Part 6: Governor Cowper, ice punch, chainsaw holes
Part 7: Malik provides caribou for dinner
Part 8: CNN learns home is sacred place
Part 9: World's largest jet; Screw Tractor
Part 11: Portrait: Billy Adams and Malik
Part 12: Onboard Soviet icebreakers
Reader Comments (14)
Bill, once again you have made an event in our culture one to be viewed to the world, and yes, you are doing an amazing job. Thank you my friend. I haven't seen the movie yet, but knowing Hollywood, it's probably a little skewered, so here is your work, fixing what is over-dramatized for the viewing public. Quyanaq.
Nice job Bill!
Thanks for the real story it is more appealing than a Hollywood romanticized version of the Inupiat lifestyle. Your images have always brought clarity to the Arctic lifestyle. I remember this event clearly, and veered away from going up because I knew you had it covered.
Good on you brother!
Rob
can't wait for your next installment, i might not watch the movie...i prefer documentaries and first hand accounts over Hollywood interpretations . But i'm still glad these whales got rescued .These magnificent creatures need all the help hey can get in light of what we are doing to their habitat .
It is a pleasure to meet you and I look forward to your 'installments'. Now I don't have to go see the movie version!
Thanks, Bunna - great to hear from you.
Rob - I appreciate it, more than you realize. During the rescue, I kept my eye out for you.
Twain - The next installment is coming, although, given the way I feel right now, not as quickly as I would have hope. But I plan to wrap it all up this week, so it won't be too long.
Glad to meet you, too, Jim.
hope you're happy the giants won. i watched columbo instead. the second photo from the top is simply spectacular the killing of the whales. it actually reminded me of da vinci's last supper - the composition. yeah, sad the guy wanted to let the whole world know about a very private important moment in your lives. i can see what an enormous job it is writing this post. it's a true documentary.
Hi Bill, read your post about the premier of the movie last week. Went to see the film this afternoon. Love being able to balance the film with the reality! I was impressed with how they portrayed my people and hope one day to travel there myself to see that special bond between the whales and the hunters. Thank you so much for sharing. Your photos are arresting.
I read and enjoyed your book “Gift of the Whale: The Inupiat Bowhead Hunt, a Sacred Tradition.” I'm Oran Caudle. I remember being about 75 feet from you out on the ice when the Archimedean Screw Tractor rumbled onto the ice and broke the ice we were on and put us onto a floating ice chuck separated from the land fast ice. We both had to jump over the growing gap of water, of which I have no idea how deep the water was. I had to make two trips to get CNN's camera and gear back to the land fast ice. (The CNN cameraman was injured the day before as pool videographer to the Russian Icebreaker. Greg Lefevre and his CNN photographer asked me to fill in for them until they could get another cameraman up to Barrow later that day. I did until my schedule to work in the TV Studio, from 2 p.m. until 2 a.m, that afternoon.)
I accept your version of me being to blame for the media frenzy, but please let me explain what happened standing from where I was, what my recollections are. The NSB biologists called the Coast Guard to check on ships that might be in the area after they returned from the trip to videotape the whales. They told me that they were going to call the Coast Guard when they got back. Their request was found and published by the Anchorage Daily News. The story was read by Todd Pottinger at KTUU Anchorage. Todd called me about the whales and had left a message on the TV Studio answering machine, it wasn't me calling him first. (To be fair to what you have stated, I would have made copies and sent them by MarkAir to the Anchorage stations that very day as a story, which was in my opinion, of great immediate interest. I ended up sending the same footage to the other Anchorage stations as a courtesy.)
Todd asked me what I had. I told Todd that I had shot video of the whales the day before and had edited the footage to air as a 27-minute story on Channel 20 the previous evening as our local programming. I told Todd that along with the whales, the video showed Marie Adams interviewing Geoff Carroll, Craig George and Billy Adams. Todd asked about the whale stranding location and I told Todd that we all had rode on snow machines from NARL to the whales, and that the entire trip took us more than three hours. (I told him that I had ridden standing on the back runner of Billy Adam’s wooden sled, with Assistant Video Producer Arlene Ferguson seated in the sled along with the video gear.)
The KTUU staff then got things going. They arranged a satellite feed, and pulled the final and big trigger on the media frenzy that followed. (I arranged a helicopter a day later when the KTUU crew arrived. KTUU wouldn‘t have enough time to air their footage on satellite unless I got the helicopter cleared through the mayor‘s office, so I made a request and got approval. That also protected Randy Crosby of Search and Rescue.)
I wasn’t instructed, nor was it suggested to me by anyone, to be quiet about the whales. The NSB biologists wanted to document the whales’ activity and how they behaved in motion. I had it in my actual NSB job description to work with the media. I had also been told by superiors to work to create a more positive media image of the NSB because of some things which had happened in the media from days gone by.
Nevertheless, my actions did lead to a frenzy that I did not anticipate, and I take responsibility for that. Any delay in my working with the media, at several points, and those whales would have died along with the many other whales that die most every year.
p.s. Saw the movie. Still angry about them cutting Roy Ahmaogak and the NSB biologists out of the story beginning. While I know it was posted as an “inspired” movie, the actors kept saying in their TV interviews that it was a “true” story. I did not work with Universal and had no part in the movie production. I didn’t know about the movie until September 2011. After seeing the movie, I have decided to break my silence and talk to the media “to try” to set straight how the story really began. Your book does that if more people will read it, and I will include your book notation as evidence of how the story really began.
I’m also upset about several other things represented in the movie, for various reasons.
Good luck to you in your work and life.
Sincerely,
Oran Caudle
p.s.s.
Oran here for a follow-up as to why I've been silent until now.. Before all of this I thought I could keep silent and anonymous about anything which I did being represented in the movie. Various posts by various authors around the internet have removed that possibility now. I’ve been tied to “Big Miracle” whether I like it or not.
Ruth, I would have been as happy if the Patriots won as if the Giants. Once the '49ers are out of it, then I am not really that concerned. I watch because it is a great American tradition.
Angela - you will. I know you will.
Oran - What a thrill to see your name here! You understand, I hope, that to a degree I was having fun with you in my words. I did recall that the biologists wanted you to get tape, but my memory on exactly why was a little hazy. I should have called them to ask, but I was so far behind and feeling so hard pressed to get my post up that I just went with it as I did.
I do plan to spend some time talking to CG over the next couple of days and I will be talking to Roy tomorrow, to see how he feels about it. My basic feeling is what I stated in the beginning - it's Hollywood, even in Hollywood in Anchorage. When I saw the movie, I decided to separate that experience from my experience and what I knew to be fact. I did feel that not only the biologists but the role of the North Slope Borough in general, with a bit of exception for NSB Search and Rescue, was overlooked and should not have been, but rather than get upset I decided just to deal with all that here.
Once I get back from Anchorage tomorrow, I plan to devote the rest of this week to nothing but figuring out how to blog this rescue story. I am going to google your name right now and see if I can find these stories you refer to - I assume the Anchorage Press story is one of them. My email is runningdog at ak dot net. We should communicate further.
Yes! Oddly enough, our run from the screw had slipped my mind, but now it is clear and I can see the ice breaking beneath our feet. So much to clear up.
Bill:
Your stories and photos from "The Open Lead" still are with me. You did and still do excellent work on behalf of the Inupiat People. I was happy to add your book to my collection.
Maybe I can somehow develop your philosophy on dealing with "Big Miracle." I don't understand how they could discard the truth and show a guy goofing around and just "happening" onto the whales. You and I know that only an experience person could have happened onto the whales location without getting killed themselves, before the ice had frozen solid. How much better if they had alluded to the truth and put an Inupiat face on that part of the story. Instead, they show a guy videotaping horsing around on a snowmobile. They could have shown an Inupiat doing what Roy did. Same amount of footage, about the same amount of time.
And without the biologists I never would have videoed those whales. You would have taken pictures, but I never would have taken the video gear out there without their request. That means that the whales would have likely died within a few days without "their" decision to include me. We would have had your detailed story of a natural tradgedy...the end for the whales.
I appreciated the follow-up in your book about the search for the whale's dead bodies the following spring-summer. It gives hope that they did make it after all. Some TV Producers told me, as they were leaving Barrow, that they expected researchers to find their bodies easily that spring.
As to your fun, Bill. I do have a good sense of humor. Nonetheless, there is truth in what you blog and you deserve to have a guy say amen to the truth, even if it is me.
Take care,
Oran Caudle
This entire story is so fascinating. I'll never want to watch the movie; stuff like that gets to my nerves in the worst way, and my temperament is not well suited for this type of feeling... And explain to us one more time, how is it again that when one claims your book was used as reference for this movie, one can also wash their hands off of crediting said book in every way? Isn't this what SELLING one's author rights to a movie is all about?? I know it's not your style, but you should go after them at least for a "financial credit" after the way they handled the situation... What's wrong is wrong, no matter what. If at least they'd done the rest of it the right way... but you can always count on a guaranteed dose of ignorance from Hollywood & all (for instance, I can't stand their blatant MISuse of MISinformation when it comes to depicting my birth-place - many times I've felt they should be held accountable at least for adding insult to injury in such a case)
Anyway... can't wait to read more.
And thanks!
lily
Thank you for your time and effort. I look forward to your updates. Reading your accounts included me in a very personal way. Partly because the truth of it, in part because it was so personal to you, it became personal to me. It is like a true window into someone's life. Your accounts bring to me a whole new outlook, a fresh view of the incident and much more actually. So let me say again, Thank you.
ADN sent me to you this morning and I am glad they did. Thanks for the great writing and the wonderful pictures.