May 20, 2019
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Beavers devouring Argentine forests, but some cringe at eradication plan

IN TIERRA DEL FUEGO NATIONAL PARK, Argentina — They look so cute and harmless, with their furry bodies, long whiskers and buck teeth. And the tourists who flock to the southern tip of South America rejoice when they see the beavers busily building dams and gnawing through trees.

But it’s exactly that industrious, tireless work ethic that’s fast reducing forests here and alarming authorities, who have tried just about everything to stop the beavers, including a campaign to get locals to acquire a taste for beaver meat.

Now there’s even talk about hiring professional sharpshooters to search and destroy every last one of them, perhaps even from helicopters.

Why the anxiety over Castor canadensis, a web-footed herbivore known for being painfully shy?

It’s because the 25 pairs of Canadian beavers introduced here in 1946 by Argentine officials to generate a commercial fur trade might now number 200,000, a virtual army that is chomping, cutting and flooding forests across this frosty, remote archipelago known as Tierra del Fuego, or Land of Fire. And the beavers are moving north, having swum across the turbulent, freezing waters of the Strait of Magellan.

With a colony firmly established on continental South America, on Chile’s Brunswick Peninsula, some people fear there might be no stopping the ingenious mammals. What lies ahead are lots of big, juicy trees along the Pacific fjords of Chile and in the lush mountains of Argentine Patagonia.

“We think they could occupy all of Patagonia,” said Laura Malmierca, a biologist with Argentina’s parks service.

Of course, none of this is the fault of the beaver.

It’s nature’s engineer, a plodding, purposeful animal instinctively obsessed with building dams, canals and lodges as protection against predators and to easily move and store food. Frontiersmen in North America ranged far to trap beaver, its fur prized for hats and its glands for medicine.

Argentina’s navy, which administered this remote territory in the 1940s, thought the beavers could spur the fur industry here. There were only a few hardy souls on Tierra del Fuego then, and Argentina worried it could lose its half of the island to perennial rival Chile.

The industry, though, never took off.

Instead, the beavers did. With no natural predators — no bears, wolves, wolverines or coyotes, as in North America — the beaver population exploded, spreading to smaller islands.

“At least they didn’t bring bears here,” quipped Malmierca.

Now, at least on paper, Chile and Argentina have agreed that it is time to get serious.

A 2008 report on the feasibility of eradication makes clear that eliminating the beavers on the continent is “of highest priority.” It suggests a variety of different tools: traps, explosives, hunting dogs.

“The desired rifle that fits this task is a .22 magnum,” the report helpfully advises. “It provides adequate energy and trauma, with a well-placed shot to the head region.”

Adrian Schiavini, director of the Austral Center for Scientific Investigations, conceded that the job would not be easy. “I’d hire a group of foreign hunters who know where to go, who can handle very tough terrain,” he said.

Still, the two countries have not decided what step to take next — or how to pay for the expensive endeavor, which would cost millions of dollars and take years to complete.

For the time being, the focus is on simply managing the beaver population.

Here in Tierra del Fuego National Park, that task falls to Kunzle, the park ranger.

Outfitted in a heavy coat and cotton hat on a recent day, Kunzle tramped over freshly packed snow into a clearing of dying, petrified-looking trees.

“This scene is not natural,” he said, pointing to a flooded valley appropriately called Beaver Creek. “The beaver built a dam, flooded the natural terrain and asphyxiated everything here.”

Clambering atop one of the dams, Kunzle went straight to where he’d placed a Canadian-made steel trap, pulling it out of the water.

“Almost!” he said, noting that it had swung shut after a beaver had triggered it sometime during the night.

Kunzle then spun around and looked over a lagoon, created when the beavers built the dam. A few feet away was a beaver lodge, all branches and mud, standing there almost defiantly.

“Of course,” Kunzle said, “it’s not fun to see these animals dead.”

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