Orca: The Whale Called Killer
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"Hoyt's passionate sense of kinship with orca makes his account effective as both a science and literature. He has chronicled his adventures and discoveries ...with grace, insight, wit--and a comprehensiveness that might satisfy even Herman Melville."("Discover Magazine") Star performers in aquariums and marine parks, killer whales were once considered to be too dangerous to approach in the wild. Erich Hoyt and his colleagues spent seven summers following these intelligent and playful creatures in the waters off northern Vancouver Island, intent on dispelling the killer myth. Orca: The Whale Called Killer is Hoyt's exciting account of those summers of adventure and discovery, and the definitive, classic work on the orca or killer whale.
The "Free Willy" films, inspired in part by Hoyt's pioneering writing about orcas, tell the story of a captive orca being returned to the wild. (Hoyt, in fact, recommended Keiko, the orca who became the star of "Free Willy," to Warner Bros.) But Orca: The Whale Called Killer tells the true story of wild orcas befriending humans.
Avon, 1977, pp. 1-297. The manifesto for people who believe animals are victims of "speciesism" and deserve rights themselves. SINIFF, D.B. AND J.L. BENGTSON. "Observations and Hypotheses Concerning the Interaction Among Crabeater Seals, Leopard Seals and Killer Whales."Journal of Mammalogy, Vol. 58, No. 3, 1977, pp. 414-416. Orcas feeding on leopard seals; scars on crabeater seals probably came more from leopard seals than killer whales. SIVASUBRAMANIAM, K. "Predation of Tuna Longline Catches
the film's sound track." The notion intrigued Spong, even though he shook his head a little dubiously. When Spong first visited the Johnstone Strait area, he had played music to orcas as they passed an underwater speaker that he had mounted off nearby Hanson Island. He had played recorded music to them and then taped whale sounds, trying to get the whales to stop and react or, maybe, to respond vocally. But nothing happened. Then, in August 1970, Spong brought a Vancouver rock band, Fireweed, to
important for lumber, the trees also produce a steady supply of new oxygen, without which the atmosphere's oxygen would slowly disappear. I've heard biologists remark jokingly that if it weren't for all the trees in Canada and Alaska, Americans would suffocate. We left warm and windy Victoria, at the southern tip of Vancouver Island, on June 27, sailing east to Washington's San Juan Islands and then north through the Strait of Georgia. We followed the route of Captain George Vancouver, who
their parents or an auntie in 1974. At two to three years of age, their curiosity, characteristic of young mammals, was budding and led them frequently to inspect the towed Zodiac, circling and nudging it. In late August 1974, we'd been travelling with Stubbs's pod for most of a week when mysterious visitors approached the Robson Bight camp one night. Three of us were sleeping snugly in the big yellow tent near shore. The entry in my journal reads: 1 A.M. Waking to the sounds of noisy splashing,
indifference to us as they grew older. There was always change, and with it came new concerns. I was thinking about the future of whales and men in September 1979, as I headed north to Johnstone Strait. It was my seventh annual visit to killer whale country. I was driving a comfortable new Ford Mustang on a highway that had recently been cut through the northern Vancouver Island wilderness. It was a fine road, as roads go, yet I missed the bumpy 10-mile-per-hour logging road full of potholes and