No roads; no houses; no people. It’s a wonderful glimpse into what the Wild West must have looked like centuries ago

James Litston heads out into the American wilderness to seek wildlife encounter with a very different Big Five

Safari. The very word – Swahili in origin – calls to mind wild animals and African skies.  It does not in any way suggest ‘America’. And yet here in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, in the heart of the Old West, it’s 6am and I’m about to embark on a very American safari. The first light of dawn is just starting to chase the shadows from the land. I need coffee; but there’s good reason for being up at this unsociable hour. It’s the optimal time to seek moose, elk, bison, bears and wolves: the American Big Five.

There’s no shortage of wildlife tours by minibus in Jackson Hole, but my experience today promises much more finesse. I’m staying at Amangani, part of ultra-luxury Aman Resorts, and my private tour by BMW 4WD is exclusive to guests at this remarkable resort. Accompanying me this morning is Jared Paul, one of Amangani’s five wildlife experts.

Bears, Paul tells me as we get ready to depart, are the animals that most guests want to see, but all the American Big Five are possible here. We start by scanning the hotel’s impressive vista for signs of life. Amangani sits on a bluff overlooking the Snake River’s verdant floodplain and the snowy peaks of Grand Teton National Park. The landscape forms part of the Greater Yellowstone ecosystem and is home to all the animal icons you expect to see on a tea towel or postcard. Paul points out some brown dots in the distance which could be a herd of elk, so we fire up the engine and set off for a closer look.

We stop again within minutes, before we’ve even left Amangani, for our first animal sighting of the day. Paul’s trained eyes have spotted movement as we’re driving down the bluff’s wooded flanks. A young moose, a yearling, is emerging from the aspens with its mother close behind. They canter across the hillside on preposterously long legs – an adaptation, Paul explains, for manoeuvring in deep winter snow.

Driving on through the flatlands, those brown dots we’d seen from above do indeed turn out to be elk. Having grazed all night on the open plain, they’re returning to the safety of the woods where they’ll spend the day relaxing. We pull up and they cross the road in front of us, close enough to admire the bulls’ half-grown antlers encased in velvet, before disappearing into the trees. Before we pull off, we scan the plain with binoculars and spot a dog-like creature trotting purposefully across the pasture. Not a wolf, alas, but its cousin the coyote, its fur dark and heavy with morning dew. It searches the grass for a breakfast of mice before wandering out of sight.

Continuing into the National Park, the grasslands give way to sagebrush flats where sunburst blooms of arrowleaf balsam add splashes of bright spring colour. These mountain-flanked flatlands give Jackson Hole its name (‘hole’ being an old word for valley) and were created thousands of years ago by meltwater from a mile-thick ice cap. Sagebrush is the bison’s preferred habitat; and sure enough, a group of these American icons comes lumbering over the plain with a cohort of dainty pronghorn antelope. Once numbering in the region of 60 million animals, these giant bovines are descendants of the last 50 or so individuals that survived the wanton annihilation of the herds in the 1800s and for whom the establishment of Yellowstone National Park came just in time.

With three of the Big Five now crossed off the list, our focus shifts to the predators. Wolves and bears, Paul admits, will be harder to come by, but his knowledge of the animals’ habits should give us a fighting chance. At this time of year, grizzly bears descend on riverside willow thickets, knowing that moose like to gather here to drop their calves – a bear’s favourite food.

We stop to scan a suitable expanse of willow from an elevated lookout, beyond which the Tetons swim in and out of view among drifting clouds. Our attention is grabbed by a ghostly pale Northern harrier on the hunt for small birds, and further away we spot a metre-tall sandhill crane stalking through the sedge; but the animals we seek are clearly not going to show themselves here today, so we cut our losses in favour of trying somewhere else.

We relocate to Oxbow Bend, a renowned beauty spot on the Snake River where pelicans and bald eagles frequently gather to fish in the slow-flowing waters. We spot both species within minutes, and Jared points out an eagle’s nest at the top of a long-dead pine. Grizzlies eat fish too and they are known to frequent this place; and indeed, the telltale cluster of cars and tour buses down a track suggests that bears might be nearby.

But encountering grizzlies in such crowded company is not quite the wilderness experience I’m after. Instead, we head to Signal Mountain, a reliable site for black bears. With nobody else here, we have the mountaintop to ourselves and sit back on the grass to scan for wildlife.

Black bears – smaller and more numerous than grizzlies – like to eat dandelion flowers in spring, so we’re hoping that one or two might appear in the meadows far below. While we wait, a mountain bluebird serenades us with his cheerful song and a couple of ravens fly overhead with distinctive “kronking” calls.

Luck, however, is against us. The bears fail to show; but no matter, as the landscape itself is sufficient reward. Below us, the river wanders across this valley of its own creation in a scene framed by the mighty Tetons and dotted with bison and antelope. No roads; no houses; no people. It’s a wonderful glimpse into what the Wild West must have looked like centuries ago. And although my day is turning out to be bereft of bears, I’m happy just knowing they’re out there somewhere in this epic wilderness.

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