Illegal ‘Mammoth Tusk’ Hunt in Siberia Takes Photographer On a Adventure Full of Vodka, Police Patrols and Chaos

The new gold rush located in the heart of Siberia…

Photo: Amos Chapple for RFE/RL

Through his documentary photo story, The Mammoth Pirates,  takes us on a journey to deep Russian wilderness where a group of “vodka-fueled” local hunters are searching for the remains of “Siberia’s lost giants” – mammoths. With the sale of elephant tusks under close scrutiny, “ethical ivory” from the extinct woolly mammoth is now feeding an insatiable market in China. This rush on mammoth ivory is luring a fresh breed of miner – the tusker – into the Russian wilderness and creating dollar millionaires in some of the poorest villages of Siberia.

On condition that he doesn’t reveal names or exact locations, photographer Amos gained exclusive access to one site where between bouts of vodka-fueled chaos and days spent evading police patrols, teams of men are using illegal new methods in the hunt for what remains of Siberia’s lost giants.

It’s the tusk of a woolly mammoth. 65 kilograms of caramel-colored ivory plucked out of the permafrost in Russia’s eastern wilderness. The two tusk hunters who found it made $34,000 USD cash from its sale to one of the shadowy Chinese “agents” waiting back in the village. I remember the awe the two had for the relic as they wiped it clean with bunches of grass and stood back to admire. But most of all I remember the reaction of their dog. She sniffed deeply at the meaty base of the bone, then for a moment stared ahead as if in a trance. I like to think during those few seconds, somewhere deep in her DNA there was a moment of recognition for an animal that once shared the Siberian plains with her wolfish ancestors. #tuskhunters #mammoth #mammothtusk #goldrush #siberia #сибирь #mammothpirates #mammothhunters #photojournalism #dog #digstories #prehistory #treasure

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The treasure hunt began a few years ago when word spread of the fantastic sums paid for mammoth tusks by visiting “agents.”

It’s five hours by boat from the nearest town to this bend in a river where fishermen first spotted strange bones curling out of the ground.

Soon the easy pickings were gone and new methods were devised to extract Siberia’s “white gold.”

Where tuskers once used sharpened sticks to prod at the ground, today water pumps are the tool of choice.

The powerful pumps, designed for firefighting, fill the valley with exhaust smoke as they draw water from the river…

…to nozzles that the prospectors blast straight at the landscape. The density of animal remains at this site suggests it was once a swamp or bog that swallowed up prehistoric animals.

Some tuskers use the excavating power of the pressurized water to bore deep underground. This tunnel runs for over 60 meters.

Others carve enormous caverns under the frozen ground.

And some gouge out entire hillsides…

Permafrost has none of the soft crunch its name suggests. Like a great, dirty iceberg, this sheet of ice lies just beneath the surface across the whole Yakutia region.

In warm soil, bones would rot away within a decade. But tusks and bones like this one can survive tens of thousands of years once locked into the permafrost.

This 65-kilogram tusk, photographed a moment after it was plucked from the permafrost, was sold for $34,000. The two men who found it unearthed three more in just over a week, including one weighing 72 kilograms.

The triumphant tuskers, one flashing the “cash” gesture. Both avoided revealing exact amounts, but they likely earned around $100,000 cash in eight days.

In their hometown, where the average salary is less than $500 per month, elusive “agents” pay cash for fresh tusks. This derelict building was gutted by fire the day we left for the expedition.

In status-mad China, mammoth ivory appears to be subject to an economic phenomenon whereby high prices drive increased demand, thus further raising prices. Once sculpted by a master carver, tusks like this pair on display in Hong Kong regularly sell for more than $1 million each. Photo: Alex Hofford (epa)

In addition to the mammoth, another fantastical beast promises a fortune to a lucky few. This skull, helping to prop up a kettle, belongs to the long-extinct woolly rhinoceros.

This woolly rhinoceros horn will probably end up in Vietnam and be ground into powder, then marketed as medicine. The 2.4-kilogram horn was sold to an agent for $14,000.

Held in the hand, the horn squelches like soggy driftwood and smells of unwashed dog. The market for powdered rhino horn in Vietnam is partly due to a belief it can cure cancer. By the time it reaches Vietnam, the horn will be worth more than its weight in gold.

To keep his expedition cheap, this young tusker converted the engine from a Soviet-era Buran snowmobile into a water pump.

This tusker penned letters to his wife that he passed on to men heading back to the town. He wrote on whatever he could find, in this case a toilet-paper wrapper.

This joint of reindeer is a rare treat. Most meals are canned beef and noodles. Two of the tuskers spoke of eating dog “when we have to…. The flavor is like bacon.”

Mosquitoes are a near constant plague. Only the coldest mornings offer an hour or two of relief.

And when the alcohol comes out, all hell breaks loose. Returning from a resupply run to town, these tuskers have made it halfway back to camp staggering drunk. But soon after this picture was taken, the trip took a turn for the worse.

Near a spot where two prospectors drowned last year, the men crashed their boat at speed. A 3 a.m. rescue mission (the sun never sets during summers here) found them passed out in a boat full of waterlogged equipment.

The following day the drinking continues apace. Boozy camaraderie is quickly exhausted and the atmosphere turns ugly. One tusker picks up a metal bar and slams it onto a woodpile before turning on me. He pauses for a moment before swiping it above my head. As I back out of the camp, he collapses onto a bench, calling, “Where’s the dog?!”

But the number of tuskers across the Yakutia region, which is eight times the size of Germany, is increasing every year. (There were three sites along a 120-kilometer stretch of this river alone.)

And as more stories of instant, spectacular wealth filter back to the towns, that trend is likely to continue.

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