Pub Date : 2023-02-01DOI: 10.14321/fourthgenre.25.1.0200
Hannah D. Markley
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Pub Date : 2023-02-01DOI: 10.14321/fourthgenre.25.1.0128
Cara Stoddard
It was 3:30 a.m. on the first Sunday in August. Jamie and I had slept maybe three hours. The night before, after his shift at the animal hospital at Washington State University in Pullman, Washington, Jamie drove 350 miles west over the Cascade mountains. He and his German Shepherd mutt, Briar, got to my apartment in Marblemount a little after midnight.Earlier in the week, Jamie's colleague had sent him an e-mail with the subject line “photos of hermaphrodite goat.” According to the GPS coordinates transmitted from the goat's collar, the mountain goat in question was somewhere out in the hills 20 miles due south from my apartment, and we were going to go find her.Jamie and I met a decade earlier on a women's hockey team in Moscow, Idaho, when I was a grad student and he was an undergrad. Jamie was eighteen then, and went by a different name. Both Jamie and I had joined the women's hockey team having never played the sport before. I had grown up roller blading and playing street hockey, and Jamie had played soccer all his life. Both of us were drawn to hockey in hopes that we might meet other butches. The previous summer, the woman I'd been seeing told me that dating me had been an experiment, that she was only into men, and I spent the rest of the summer renting 5 for $5 MadMen DVDs, and lying on the low pile carpet of my apartment, feeling like a cliché. On the ice, Jamie and I were both fast skaters, good puck handlers, and terrible at shooting. We became fast friends.When we met, Jamie was a first-year pre-vet student. But by the time Jamie came to visit me in Marblemount, he was in his final year of vet school. By age twenty-five, he had already earned a degree in wildlife ecology and was about to become a doctor of veterinary medicine. He had served for five summers as the field technician for a bighorn sheep pneumonia project and volunteered as a part of a pygmy rabbit recovery program, a beaver relocation project, and a spotted owl survey team. For his latest wild animal gig, he had volunteered as part of the veterinary team with the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife's multi-million-dollar mountain goat translocation project. The goal of the project was to capture and translocate at least 50% of the more than 700 goats on the Olympic Peninsula, and then lethally remove the remaining goats—those that proved too elusive to capture.According to the National Park Service, the mountain goats on the Olympic Peninsula had overstayed their welcome. Not only were they nonnative to that mountain range—they were introduced in the 1920s by a game hunting franchise before the national park designation—but, because of an increase in recreational tourism to the National Park, the opportunities for goat–human interactions were frequent, and, in 2010, one particularly aggressive goat fatally gored a backpacker. This incident, coupled with the Olympic goat's preference for chomping a special native grass endemic to the Peninsula, had tainted the pu
我一边割草坪，一边用随身听听着《陶罐》(Jars of Clay)的歌，对电影《蓝色迷恋》(Blue Crush)情有独味。作为一个青少年，如果说我有什么明确的身份认同感的话，那就是我是一个出生在内陆州的冲浪女孩假小子。高中的时候，我买了Old Navy的酸洗男式牛仔裤和装在大红色瓶子里的Old Spice沐浴露，开始在手腕上戴上防汗带，就像我不是网球运动员一样。我搬到了西部，先是科罗拉多州，然后是爱达荷州，然后是华盛顿州，出于某种幻想，我可以像《我的山这边》里的山姆·格里布利那样，双手长满老茧，晒得黝黑，独自生活在深山之中。我学会了看地形图。如何定位土地，它的褶皱和阴影，因为它在我面前呈扇形，在纸上的二维表现。通过溪涧排水和山脊线的形状，精确定位我现在的位置。我的词汇发生了变化。我学会了泥季、放牛、分散露营。转弯，干净利落，杂草丛生。悬崖带，峡谷，汇合处，丘顶。水库，石堆，水坑，漩涡。黄藤闻起来像香草，斯特勒的松鸦模仿红尾鹰的叫声。当我们意识到没有同轴电缆找到赫尔曼的希望渺茫时，我们开始认真研究遥测技术。杰米心烦意乱。“什么是同轴电缆?”我问他。他开始解释无线电波是如何工作的，天线是如何工作的，他是如何将天线连接到接收器上的。“不，”我打断他说，“我是说它的插头长什么样?男性的那一头。”我傻笑着说。杰米把话筒递给我，我拍了一张洗过的插座照片，发短信给住在上游的每个人。“你有适合这个端口的同轴电缆吗?”我们掉头向东开了一个小时的车，经过我在马布尔芒特的家，经过游客中心(Visitor Center)，直到上午9点才开门，来到我的办公室，翻遍了一个塑料箱，里面放着投影仪电缆和同事给我从储藏室里拿出来的其他音视频设备。什么都没有。我开始成为一个悲惨的同伴。我很担心杰米白跑了这么远。我们好像已经睡了半天了，还没开始找赫尔曼。我们并没有什么后备计划，但开车深入公园也没有意义。公园东边最近的城镇离我的办公室有一个半小时的路程，最近的比礼品店还大的城镇在那个方向有三个小时的路程。于是我们把卡车的车头向西倾斜，沿着原路折回。回到游客中心，现在已经开放了。在里面，我向一位同事解释了我们的困境，我们被领进了游客中心礼堂后面的a /V室。八十把左右的毛绒折叠椅空着，播放着一段关于北喀斯喀特历史的七分钟视频，单调乏味。“你想拿什么就拿什么，”她对我们说，“反正这一季结束后，它们都会被打包放进仓库里。”杰米开始拿出所有的黑盒子，接收器，把它们转过来，用外科医生的眼光研究老鼠窝般的电缆。我已经放弃了。过去二十年生产的东西都装不下杰米的老式听筒，而且，从礼堂的视听室来看，里面的一切都太现代了。我在游客中心的博物馆里闲逛，在北喀斯喀特的三维互动地图前停了下来，你可以按下按钮，点亮嵌入在模塑橡胶中的小灯泡，教每个山峰的名字。“嘿，”杰米在离我六英寸远的地方，在我的后脑勺低语，“我找到了一个有用的!”他得意地咧着嘴笑。我跟着他回到了视听室。他已经解开了同轴电缆的一端，它插在了他的接收器上，但另一端却缠在了一根像绳子一样的东西里。我想了一分钟，不想把他们的设置弄得太乱，也许我们可以把它穿过去，如果我们能放松一点捆绑。我从杰米拉出来的那一端开始跟着电缆走，但所有的电缆都包裹在一层统一的黑色塑料护套里，而且捆得太紧了。杰米让我去拿把剪刀，当我拿回来的时候，他开始剪拉链，而我拿着手机手电筒照在神经束上。“就像做手术一样，”他得意地说。缆绳将近六英尺长，是一般野外作业用缆绳的三倍，缆绳在港口会晃动，但杰米确信它能行。我们谢过公园的工作人员，几乎是跑回卡车。我们回来后，布瑞尔站了起来，打了个盹儿，然后又躺了下来，换了个姿势，给赫尔曼打了一个半小时的盹。开车时，我和杰米经过了索克·斯威特尔的最后机会赌场和宾果游戏。停车场是空的。杰米说:“嘿，看看他们的标志。 在2018年WDFW年度进度报告中，有两列:男性和女性。2019年，有三种:男性、女性和双性人。在我们开车的时候，杰米向我们描述了每座山服用镇静剂的过程
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Pub Date : 2023-02-01DOI: 10.14321/fourthgenre.25.1.0226
Other| February 01 2023 About the Contributors Fourth Genre: Explorations in Nonfiction (2023) 25 (1): 226–230. https://doi.org/10.14321/fourthgenre.25.1.0226 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Email Permissions Search Site Citation About the Contributors. Fourth Genre: Explorations in Nonfiction 1 February 2023; 25 (1): 226–230. doi: https://doi.org/10.14321/fourthgenre.25.1.0226 Download citation file: Zotero Reference Manager EasyBib Bookends Mendeley Papers EndNote RefWorks BibTex toolbar search Search Dropdown Menu toolbar search search input Search input auto suggest filter your search All Scholarly Publishing CollectiveMichigan State University PressFourth Genre: Explorations in Nonfiction Search Advanced Search Chris Arthur is an Irish essayist currently based in Scotland. He's the author of several essay collections, most recently Hidden Cargoes (2022), and has published in a range of journals. Further information about his writing can be found here: www.chrisarthur.org.Karen Babine is the two-time Minnesota Book Award-winning author of All the Wild Hungers: A Season of Cooking and Cancer (Milkweed Editions, 2019) and Water and What We Know: Following the Roots of a Northern Life (University of Minnesota, 2015). She also edits Assay: A Journal of Nonfiction Studies. She is an assistant professor of creative writing at the University of Tennessee-Chattanooga. Her third book is forthcoming from Milkweed Editions in 2023.Tanya Bomsta's essays have been published in The Gettysburg Review, The Florida Review, The Iowa Review, december, and elsewhere. She has also published scholarship and reviews in Assay and Pleiades.... You do not currently have access to this content.
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