In my decades-long career as a naturalist guide and wildlife photographer, I’ve had the privilege of capturing some of nature’s most elusive and awe-inspiring moments. From tracking elusive black jaguars to photographing rare bird species in remote forests, I’ve experienced my fair share of adventures. But almost nothing compares to the mind-blowing spectacle I witnessed during my twelve-day-long multiple weeks expedition to Peninsula Valdes, Argentina.
This trip wasn’t your typical tourist escapade. It was a demanding and precise quest, a pursuit of a specific phenomenon that has captivated my attention like never before: the unique hunting strategy of local orcas, known as “intentional stranding.”
Peninsula Valdes, a rugged stretch of land reaching into the Atlantic, is a branch of the Patagonian desert. Not particularly picturesque but alien and striking in its own way, it’s a hotspot for wildlife observation. This is truly a place like none other. I’m no stranger to Patagonia, but there’s something special about the Peninsula. The world seems to stop here, a beautiful stillness making you aware of every passing second – even before I could imagine how precious a few seconds would become during this trip.
It’s no surprise this pod of orcas chose this place as the stage for the wildest display of their abilities.
According to an estimate made in 2005, at least 40 thousand orcas were roaming the seas back then. In 2019, there were about 15 thousand of them in the Atlantic Ocean alone. But only 23 orcas in the entire world practice what we now call intentional stranding, and they only do it here, at Peninsula Valdes.
The strategy is very straightforward. The orcas lurk around the beach where sea lions soak up the sun and their pups learn how to swim, making this the prime time of the year for the marine predators to grab a few of them. The wait for this can take days, weeks even. When the time is right, they do the unthinkable: swim toward the shallow waters and risk getting stranded on the beach, just to grab a single pup and drag it back into the ocean.
The journey to witness this phenomenon is not for the faint of heart. It’s a demanding expedition, full of uncertainty and isolation. The region, campestral and still, looks mostly inhospitable, with its barren landscape and harsh climate. But for those who dare to venture into its depths, the rewards are unmatched.
The journey begins with meticulous planning and discipline. Juan, the owner of the ranch and a passionate researcher, made sure of it. It was an entirely new experience, even after decades of tracking animals in the wild.
For days on end, my routine was the same. I woke up before dawn, followed Juan’s every move, and endured hours of anticipation on the desolate shores of Patagonia. Reaching the beach, the group followed Juan’s every move: as we moved forward, we got closer to the ground, going from walking to crouching to crawling, until we hit a spot he deemed sufficient. The journey to our designated spot was a series of calculated movements, each one bringing us closer to the heart of the action.
The beaches, covered in almost slippery pebbles, were physically taxing, and the long hours in uncomfortable positions tested my patience and determination. Eventually, I figured out little tricks to make my time there more enjoyable – like keeping my camera gear in the bag to use it as back support – but my body still felt the effects of the far-from-ergonomical conditions.
During the whole ordeal, Juan was a man of resolve: his priority was always the research. His orientation was objective and technical, always putting the animals and the phenomenon first – something you only get from a man of deep admiration for the land and its animals. He knew what to do and when to do it, no room for nonsense.
As we waited in perfect silence, with nothing but the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, I found myself in a state of introspection. It was an exercise in patience, an opportunity to look within, to spend time in quietness. Whether it was at the beach, sitting for hours at a time, or in the simple accommodations provided on the ranch, my thoughts were my only constant companion. This journey was not about adrenaline, and the chance for introspection was a nice change of pace for me.
As the days passed, the anticipation grew palpable. As we crouched and crawled to avoid detection by the orcas and their prey, waiting for the orcas’ arrival with bated breath, it was impossible not to wonder: what if nothing happens?
It was a real possibility, after all. There isn’t – yet – enough data to determine if and when the orcas will come and choose to make their move. Every day was a game, with nature dictating the odds, and they weren’t always on our side.
As the sun rose higher in the sky with the passing hours, so did our doubts. Would today be the day? Or would we once again leave defeated in silence, our hopes dashed by the whims of nature? The uncertainty was almost unbearable, yet it only added to the thrill of the chase. The process is grueling, with no guarantee of success. And we persisted. The risk was high, but the reward promised to be higher.
My experience with nature came through during the lengthy days of wait; I knew where to direct my attention to find distraction within the limited fauna of the region. The sea lion colony and my camera kept me good company, as I looked for anything to break the monotony of the quiet beach. There’s beauty to be found in the stillness of nature. There were no bombastic moments, but I was graced with calm sightings. A fox nearly invisible against the sandy background, sea lion families enjoying the sun, birds crossing the sky and leaving us behind…
But none of that could compete with the moment we were all waiting for.
Eight whole days I waited, patiently limited to a spot I’d marked as my own at this point, watching the water for any signs of the orcas. Eight whole days before I could finally reap the fruits of my eager wait.
When the orcas finally showed up, Juan knew precisely what to look for, quietly directing my attention when he saw the signals of it finally happening.
In a flash of movement, the orca surged forward, its powerful body propelling it onto the beach with astonishing speed. It was a heart-stopping moment as we watched in awe as the orca seized its prey – a sea lion pup – and dragged it back into the ocean, a little snack to share with the rest of the pod.
For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. The whole world faded away – the days of frustration, anger, the fear of failing, nothing could stand up to this. For a moment, all that was left was me and that magnificent creature captured by the insistent clicks of my camera. It was a scene of raw, untamed beauty, a primal display of nature’s power and majesty in an infinitely brief moment.
And then, as quickly as it begun, it was over. A whole 30 seconds of the ultimate wilderness spectacle. The orca was back with its family, leaving behind nothing but the echoes of its triumph and an empty spot where once was a little sea lion. But for me, the memory of that moment would linger forever—a testament to the indomitable spirit of the natural world, and the sheer thrill of witnessing it firsthand.
When I put down my camera, it was impossible to hide the silent tears streaming down my face. I had been blessed with one of the wildest and rarest sightings on Earth, a truly unique encounter with a manifestation of one of the smartest and most fascinating animals to grace this planet. “Touching” doesn’t even come close to describing the feeling.
The day was crowned with one of the few – and best – opportunities for socialization during my stay. The group would gather around a traditional “Asado de Cordero” – a barbecued lamb – every Saturday. The Patagonian lamb is considered the best in the world, and this local delicacy is made with an ancestral preparation, following the local tradition. The “Asado de Cordero” offered a time and place to relax after a week of quiet pursuit. That saturday it tasted even better than before.
When the euphoria started to wear off, as I looked back on my time in Peninsula Valdes, I realized that this journey had been about more than just capturing a rare phenomenon on camera. It had been a test of patience, resilience, and determination – a journey that had pushed me to my limits and forced me to confront my own fears and doubts.
But it had also been a journey of unparalleled reward. In those fleeting moments of triumph, I experienced a connection with nature that transcended words. It was a reminder of the privilege and responsibility of doing what I do. It was, at once, a testament to the power of the human spirit to overcome challenges and a testament to our insignificance before forces that can’t be reckoned with.
The line between success and disappointment was razor-thin. There was no guarantee for me, nothing I could do to tip the scale in my favor. But that was part of the gift: letting go of the undeniably human need to control every aspect of a journey. In the end, Peninsula Valdes had given me more than just an unforgettable photograph – it had given me a glimpse into the raw, untamed beauty of nature, and a moment that will last a lifetime. And for that, I will be forever grateful.
Co-founder, Naturalist Guide & Tour Leader
Ricardo Casarin has been leading tours in Brazil since 1998 and is one of Brazil’s most respected naturalist guides. Specializing in Natural History, Birdwatching, and Nature Photography tours, his expertise covers biomes such as the Pantanal, the Amazon, the Atlantic Rainforest, the Caatinga, and the Cerrado (the Brazilian Savanna). Ricardo also coordinates and leads tours through Chilean and Argentine Patagonia. He is co-author of the book “Tourism Guide in Natural Areas.”
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