It’s a Wild Life: Dan Miller and the Otter Reintroduction in Colorado

Dan Miller is a retired Criminal Investigator for the Colorado Division of Wildlife (CDOW), a predecessor to Colorado Parks and Wildlife. Although Dan spent most of his career in law enforcement related to wildlife, he started out as a game warden in 1974 with a fresh wildlife biology degree. He was assigned a western slope district based in Hotchkiss, Colorado. Following is Dan’s description of the beginning of the river otter reintroduction in Colorado in August, 1976.

Dan Miller, Wildlife Conservation Officer, West Elk Wilderness, Colorado, 1970s. Photo provided by Dan Miller

In my new district, Dave Kevin was on my northeast border. We called Dave ‘Mad Dog’ because he really liked chasing poachers. He had the Paonia District and I had the Hotchkiss District. My southern and western boundary was the Gunnison River through the Black Canyon. Dave and I used to partner and patrol together a lot.

It was towards the end of the 70s when CDOW decided to reintroduce river otters into Colorado. My district was chosen to be one of the release sites, on the Gunnison River. The other place otters were first released was the South Platte River and Cheesman Reservoir over on the Denver side.

For the otter reintroduction, Dave and I coordinated with biologists out of Denver, because otters were considered threatened in Colorado. We didn’t know of any otters in Colorado, they hadn’t seen one in a helluva long time, I guess. The otters they captured came from Canada and Wisconsin.

I had access through private property on a pretty bad road through the Smith Fork Canyon. We could get within 100 yards of the Gunnison River there. You still had to do some hiking and climbing to get to the actual river. We picked that spot to release the six otters.

They had these otters in traps and they flew them down to Grand Junction on Frontier Airlines. It was the middle of the summer, hotter than hell down there, and they’ve got these aquatic mammals in traps. I’m pretty sure they shipped them on a passenger flight instead of a commercial freight flight. They were down in the baggage hold, crying and making noises.

The plane arrived in Grand Junction late, so it was already starting to get dark. Mad Dog and I were up in Junction waiting for the otters to show up, and of course we had all the biologists from Denver with us. When the otters came out of the baggage hold, they were covered up with a brown canvas tarp. Someone had watered them down. But no one knew enough to put ice blocks or anything in there. The stewardesses took pity on these crying critters. They didn’t know otters are carnivorous and eat fish, crawdads, insects, and crap like that. The stewardesses were trying to feed them lettuce. The otters were in Have-A-Heart traps like boxes with all this lettuce in there.

By the time we got to Hotchkiss, east of Delta, it was already dark:thirty. There was no way we could get down the canyon and do anything safely. We had to put them all in my one car garage overnight. The otters kept us up all night making noises. We were fretting and going out there to make sure they didn’t drop dead. They were all alive the next morning.

In the morning the coordination started with the muckety-mucks from the Denver headquarters, the newspaper reporters, and everyone from CDOW who showed up. We had to get everybody together and figure out how to get the otters, and also all these looky-lous down to the river.

We drove the otters to the river, carried the cages over a cliff to get them down to the river bank and lined them all up so they were headed in the right direction, toward the river. We covered up the back part of the cages so the otters wouldn’t flip out because of all the people that were standing around. We slowly lifted the latches. They didn’t dart out. They looked around. They could hear people in the background trying to be quiet. We were right on the river, down at the lower end where the Smith Fork comes into the Gunnison. Finally they bolted out. The otters had been tagged with ID tags and sexed already. It was a photo opportunity, and then everybody went home.

Dan Miller releasing an otter along the Gunnison River, 1976. Photo provided by Dan Miller.

For the next couple of weeks, every other day, I’d make the long trip down the shitty road to look for the otters. Sometimes Mad Dog and I floated the river in canoes. We looked for sign- where they’d fed on something, or a slide going into the river. One of the smaller females never left the release site. She kept coming back. I had a freezer full of little brook trout that I had seized as evidence from a guy who was over his fishing limit. I didn’t want to try and move the otter, she just needed to learn how to catch fish. So I’d make trips down there with these fish that were evidence. I’d take them out of my freezer at home and let them thaw part way, and then I’d go down to the river. This little otter, she’d come up as soon as she saw me. I’d open up the fish wrapped in tin foil, hold it by its tail, lean it over my leg and squat down next to the river. That otter would come up and start eating it and put her paws on me to get at it. I did that 3 or 4 times.

The river otter reintroduction happened in 1976. After that I took the Division of Wildlife investigator position and moved to Grand Junction. Because of the law enforcement and investigative skills that I learned in the Army, I ended up as one of the four investigators in Colorado. There were four regions, and an investigator for each. When I retired I was a Criminal Investigator for the Colorado Division of Wildlife’s Northwest Region. It was the best job I’ve ever had.

Along the River, linocut with watercolor by Jill Bergman

A Bit About Hank Harlow

When I was a kid in Laramie Wyoming in the 1970s and 80s, one of the coolest adults around was my dad’s colleague at the University of Wyoming, Hank Harlow. Hank wasn’t afraid of rattlesnakes, bats or badgers, and he had many display cabinets full of animal skulls and other weird things in his house. He was very laid back, funny, and a great storyteller. Having Hank along on a camping trip was better than watching Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.

Hank is now retired from the University of Wyoming’s Department of Zoology and Physiology where he taught for 32 years. He was also the director of the University of Wyoming National Park Service Research Station in Grand Teton National Park for 20 years. This Research Station sits near the stunning Teton Mountain Range and in the summer hosts scientists, students and creatives to promote research, artistic and cultural activities in the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem.

Hank has done groundbreaking research with different bear species and Komodo dragons, among other animals. He has crawled into active bear dens and baited 150 pound Komodo dragons to chase him, all in the name of science. He is interested in how animals’ bodies are adapted to specific situations and if those findings might be able to improve the lives of humans. Bears hibernate without loosing much muscle strength, could that help people confined to bed or during long space flight? Understanding the physiology of bears may also help improve human cardiovascular disease, kidney failure, obesity and bone loss.

Hank is a dedicated researcher, and also a fantastic teacher. He was awarded one of UW’s highest honors, the George Duke Humphrey Award in 2012. He can explain complicated ideas in an understandable way that might even leave you chuckling. When I asked Hank to write down some of his experiences for me, he shared the story of the first time he entered the den of a hibernating black bear. Check out next week’s post to read that story!

To go with Hank’s story, I thought I’d create a black bear peacefully dreaming in his den, long before Hank ever arrived on the scene.

Above is my carved 9 x 9 inch linocut block with added hibernating worms, a chipmunk, and a tiny curled up mouse. Next, I inked the block with black, and then painted the final print with gouache. Gouache is a lot like watercolor, but with richer, more opaque colors.

I titled this piece Winter Sleep, even though Hank made it clear that hibernation is very different from sleep. I guess ‘hibernation’ just doesn’t have the same poetic ring to it. Check out Hank’s description of hibernation in next week’s post, and learn what happened as he was trying to squeeze past the bear and out to safety!

A Portrait of Colorado Wolves

I first met Libbie Miller about 15 years ago, when I reconnected with her husband, Dan Miller, an old family friend. Coming from different parts of Colorado, we’d all wound up in Steamboat Springs, a rural area in the northwest part of the state. I only saw the Millers occasionally over the years, but when I started a wildlife + art + storytelling project, I knew I had to interview both of them because of their long work with Colorado Parks and Wildlife (CPW).

Libbie and Dan were aware of my plan to write up some of their adventures around wildlife and then create artwork. Dan had a story to share about river otters during the 1970’s. While Libbie’s work involves a variety of different species, I asked if she could share any personal experiences of the wolves that were new to Colorado. She directed me to the CPW wolf information website pages and press releases, and shared some of her observations from monitoring these wolves that migrated naturally into our state.

Wolves are the hottest wildlife topic in Colorado by a mile. Everyone has an opinion, and they are often in opposition. Voters narrowly approved wolf reintroduction to Colorado west of the Continental Divide by the end of 2023. Currently, after some surprising legal decisions, wolves are back under federal protection. Now the reintroduction will move forward with CPW using the permitting requirements and process established by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.

When I was talking to Libbie in November 2021, much of the difficulties surrounding wolves in Colorado were still theoretical. The summer of 2021 was a happy time for wolf lovers in the state. A male and female had made their way into northern Colorado independently. They met, mated, and were raising the first litter of wolf pups born in Colorado in 80 years.

Libbie Miller monitoring wolves in North Park

Libbie was involved with the field work monitoring this new wolf pack in North Park. Long before the pups came on the scene, both adults had tracking collars. The female, F1084 had an old collar that used VHF technology, and the male, 2101 was wearing a GPS collar that provided data periodically for his past locations. These collars helped CPW locate the den. Libbie spent the spring and summer watching this new wolf pack and their behavior.

Although I’ve been a professional artist for decades, I am still a ‘junior reporter.’ I am learning as I go- both interviewing and writing. This talk with Libbie and Dan Miller was the first interview I’d conducted by myself, without the help of my journalist friend, Jennie Lay. It turns out I didn’t need great interviewing skills that day, because Libbie and Dan are both great storytellers with a lot to say, and I mostly just sat back and listened.

Wolves are such a controversial subject, I knew I needed a thorough background understanding before I started writing about them. I already had an interest in wolves, and had read books and articles in the past. But for a couple of months, I read every single reputable thing I could find. I read, and wrote, and drew onto a sheet of blank artist linoleum. While my article came together, I decided for the artwork, I wanted to make a portrait of the two alpha wolves of the new pack in North Park.

There weren’t many photos of these two wolves to base my drawing on. Libbie showed me the photos with the CPW press releases, and I found images of different wolves with the same coloring online to use as reference. The male is gray with a mix of pale fur and darker areas, and the female is black and starting to show some gray from age. When I had a solid sketch, I photographed it and sent it to Libbie. She came back with pointers like, the female is smaller in comparison to the male, and their paws need to be bigger. When I was happy with the drawing and ready to start carving, I felt Libbie’s approval gave it a little extra authenticity.

It was during the time I was carving the linocut that the wolf pack started getting into trouble. Beginning in December 2021, they were occasionally killing cattle and working dogs in North Park. This caused a huge uproar, fed by the fact that the official wolf reintroduction hadn’t begun yet, so the details of wolf deterrents and compensation for livestock owners hadn’t been put into place yet. Again, everyone had an opinion, and now the wolf detractors had some real fuel. As things limped along with investigations, discussions of compensation, hazing techniques being introduced, inflammatory news articles, frustrated ranchers, and even the official oversight of wolves switching from state to federal management, it felt like the wolves were placing themselves in a really dangerous position. I was worried that they would be killed before I had a chance to finish their portrait.

As time passed, the public seems to have reached a new understanding that there will be unavoidable wolf depredations now that wolves are on the landscape. It’s a catch-up game to get rural Colorado to the point where other parts of the west have been for years with big predators. We need a variety of hazing techniques and livestock protections in place on ranches where wolves are likely to be, with the compensation process established for animals killed by wolves. Currently, CPW is reimbursing livestock owners based on their policy for animals killed by mountain lions or bears. I hope these systems can keep wolves on the landscape and give people time to adjust.

The alpha wolves in North Park did manage to stay alive longer than it took me to complete their artwork. I make linocuts by carving the image into a piece of linoleum. The result looks like a big rubber stamp when it’s done. I roll thick, sticky ink over the raised surface, lay paper over the top and print it using an etching press. To print, the inked block with paper lays on the bed of the press and a hand crank slides the bed under a cylinder that applies pressure. Then, you ink the block again and start over.

Now it’s June 2022, and around this time last year CPW was announcing the birth of the new wolf pups. This summer, things seem to have gone wrong. The collar on the alpha female, F1084 stopped working last winter. Although she was seen at different times with her pack mates, according to a recent article in the Coloradan, she hasn’t been seen for several months. CPW put a GPS collar on one of the pups last February, but now, CWP has shared through Colorado Outdoors Magazine that neither of the collars on the pup or her father are working. No den site has been announced, denning behavior hasn’t been reported, and F1084 seems to be missing. There is still a chance that there is a hidden den, or that F1084 is around but didn’t give birth this year. But as time goes on, it feels to me like the portrait of F1084 and 2101 together is a memorial.

Next week, I will post the article I wrote with Libbie’s observations from last summer of the new Colorado pack, and background about wolves in general.

This post was updated on 6/18/22 with the new info and link to Colorado Outdoors Magazine.