red-legged frog
I’ve been a wildlife biologist, of sorts, throughout most of my adult life. I’ve chased spotted owls in four different states, red-cockaded woodpeckers in The South, Bicknell’s thrush in Vermont, Canadian lynx… and i’ve done endless hours of classifying plants and habitat. Rarely was a position more than six months long, and somehow i managed to live in more than 13 states in the course of 15 years or so. In terms of wildlife biology, i feel as though i’ve been around a bit.
I was talking with a coworker the other day about various studies and projects, and the frustration that comes from being the technician in the field. Many, many projects out there have either poor study designs, or exercise mediocre implementation of their design. Sometimes they suffer from both. It can make being a data collector rather difficult, as you can imagine.
Not all field techs are like me. Most are intent on someday being the boss – writing the papers, going to the meetings, directing field crews, and basking in the glory of being a permanently employed person. Some skip the field altogether and go straight from undergrad into graduate study. Excuses are invariably made about these studies – they are a learning experience, and inconsistencies can be sorted out later, in the analysis. Or if it is a state or federal agency, there is the bureaucracy that makes doing anything worthwhile difficult. Regardless of the employer, money is always a concern. There is more work to do than people to do it. I’ve heard over and over the statement “we don’t have the money to pay you overtime, but … ” The field technician, with hopes of advancement in the field, or at least a decent recommendation, is expected to sacrifice time and a personal life for the good of the project. And it is usually a worthy cause.
The life of a seasonal field technician is a headwater of stories, experiences, and memories that will fill a lifetime. This is usually what you hear about. Not the uncertainty at the end of each job, or the tremulous line that separates you from begging on the street. I have pondered more than once, looking at an empty bank account, what would happen if the engine blew on my truck.
Don’t worry, i plan on sharing some of the stories and experiences. I look forward to telling of the times that grounded me, of the moments that changed my life, and of the people and animals i met along the way. But the conversation i was having with a coworker was about frustration. Details of inane study design and data collection that made no sense, or in which we held no faith. But still we collected the data.
And inevitably, when i am seated at a bar somewhere, or at a barbecue, or some other locale that puts me into conversation with strangers, a quick description of what i do for work brings the response … “and my tax money pays for this?” It is a good question, rightly asked. And yes, for the most part, it does. You, me, and other Americans donate cents in order for thousands of people like me to hoist field vests, pencils, and rite-in-the-rain notebooks and go marching out into the woods.
Carrying binoculars even. Sniffing flowers. Sometimes even falling asleep on the job. Driving endless miles on someone else’s dime. Having a grand time in fresh air. Occasionally hugging trees. Definitely scruffing voles (not as fun as you think). We’re out there, right now, on your nickel.
Sometimes i feel guilty about this. Especially because some of the studies are truly terrible, and occasionally produce useless information. And in jaded moments, even the good ones seem like pointless endeavors when there are oceans rising and humans breeding. All of this has been turning in my head for quite some time. I’ve even tried to get out of the business and do something else. It’s hard. Every spring these damn job announcements come out, and they are so alluring. It makes it hard for a guy to settle down and have kids and work a real job. You know, spend money at the mall and those sorts of patriotic things. But i digress a little bit.
Yesterday (?), my friend Matt posted an Edward Abbey quote on Facebook that somehow didn’t make it into Abbey’s convenient little book of quotes. It goes something like this:
One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am- a reluctant enthusiast…a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can, while it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breath deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk bound people with their hearts in a safety deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators, I promise you this; you will outlive the bastards.
And here’s the thing. Tax money pays for many things, including bombs, torture of innocent prisoners, million-dollar toilet seats, and countless administrative positions in government departments that do very little of use. Tax dollars probably go into the Peace Corps, and definitely went into the Civilian Conservation Corps, and to wildland firefighters and contractors, and to countless other projects and people with questionable merit.
When i think about it, i’m happy that tax dollars are helping to put a bunch of people into the woods each year to study fish and wildlife. No deposit boxes and desk calculators. I think it helps produce better people. Adventurous people. People who have gained confidence by challenging their limits, by facing grizzly bears and waterless canyons. People who have a more sharpened perception of what it means to be alive in this world. I’m willing to pay a few dollars for that. And if we get some useful data in the process, all the better.
i fear a world of electronics and fossil fuels. I worry about people weaned on television and first person shooter video games. I worry that in ten, twenty, or fifty years the people in charge will be those who have never set foot in the woods, who have never felt lost and small, who have never hunted or fished. I’ve spent a long time, maybe too long, enduring hours of mindless work and difficult conditions for thankless employers in hope of those few transcendent moments of beauty that the wilderness can provide. I am thankful that i could be paid a meager wage to do so.
And yes, i’m happy that your tax dollars are spent to send me and other people out there. It is more valuable than you think. Just ask Ed Abbey.
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