So, the other day, I’m in the grocery store, and a tiny human in a dinosaur shirt points at my phone. On my lock screen is a photo of a moose, and he looks at me with the most serious eyes and asks, “Is that from Wild Kratts?” I told him it was, and his next question nearly floored me: “But like, how old are the Kratt brothers, anyway?” I gave him the only answer I had—a shrug and a “pretty old, buddy”—but it got me thinking. We’ve been watching these two guys wrestle with honey badgers and slide down glacier walls for decades, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember if they were 35 or 55.
That kid’s question is a lot deeper than it sounds. Because when you grow up with someone on screen, they become frozen in time, right? They’re just the Kratt Brothers, forever in their thirties, forever chasing a lemur through the Madagascar jungle. But real life, unlike a cartoon, has this annoying habit of marching on. So, let’s do the math, shall we? It’s time to put a number on those smiling, khaki-wearing faces.
The Cold, Hard Facts (and a Little Shock)
Alright, let’s rip the band-aid off. Chris Kratt was born on July 19, 1969, and Martin Kratt was born on December 23, 1965. I’ll pause while you have your little existential crisis. Yes, that means Martin is a full four years older than Chris, which honestly explains a lot about their dynamic.
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That puts Martin at 58 and Chris at 54 as of this year. I know, I know—it feels like they should be in their mid-thirties, still doing backflips away from a rhino. But here’s the kicker: they’re not old-old. They’re just… seasoned. And honestly, they’re in better shape than most of us will ever be, so let’s not throw stones.
For the record, I did the quick math in the cereal aisle, and a guy in a sailor hat behind me thought I was talking to myself. He wasn’t wrong. But the numbers don’t lie, people.
Wait, Let’s Put This Into Perspective
Think about this: when Martin was born, Lyndon B. Johnson was president, and the Beatles had just released “Rubber Soul.” Chris, meanwhile, came along the summer of the Moon landing. They’ve literally lived through the entire history of modern wildlife filmmaking. It’s wild to think their first show, Kratts’ Creatures, aired in 1996—Martin was already 30 then.
And here’s the real kicker for your childhood nostalgia: they’re older than your parents’ favorite TV shows. If you watched them as a kid, you’re probably approaching your thirties or forties now, and they’re just… still there. Being awesome. It’s like they’ve unlocked some sort of biological hack where enthusiasm replaces aging.
I mean, try to imagine Martin Kratt at 58. He still talks about geckos with the energy of a caffeinated squirrel. It’s honestly inspiring, or mildly unsettling—I haven’t decided which.
The “Don’t Google That” Realization
Here’s the thing about looking up their ages that made me feel weird: they’re closer to AARP membership than to a college dorm. But they’re still rappelling down cliffs and getting licked by bison. It makes me rethink my own life choices, like why I get winded climbing a single flight of stairs.
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But hey, let’s not be creepy about this. The reason they don’t seem to age is that they’ve essentially been doing the same joyful thing for thirty years. They’re not chasing youth; they’re chasing a jaguar, and that apparently keeps the wrinkles away. (Side note: I tried that with a stray cat in my yard, but it just hissed at me. So, YMMV.)
I bet the real secret isn’t the animal diet or the full-body cardio. It’s that they never grew up, and we’re just lucky enough to watch. That’s the trick, isn’t it? Age is just a number, but yours is written on a cake if you’re not careful.
So, How Old Are They In “Wild Kratts” Time?
The cartoon version of them is famously ageless. But if you pay attention, they occasionally drop hints that they’re older than they look. Like when Chris says, “When I was a kid, we didn’t have GPS,” and you realize all the kids watching have no idea what that means. It’s a subtle flex.
In reality, they’ve gone from brothers to a production empire, and they’ve done it while staying physically obsessed with animals. You have to respect that. They’ve been doing this longer than most marriages last, longer than a mortgage term, and with more enthusiasm than a golden retriever.
So, to answer that kid in the grocery store, and to answer you, my dear reader: They are 54 and 58. And they’re still the coolest old guys on the planet. Honestly, I’m just impressed they don’t have robot knees. Though, if they read this, they’d probably respond with, “Check out this spider’s knee!” because they can’t help themselves.
Listen, the real takeaway here is not the number. It’s that you’re never too old to chase a creature that could probably kill you with a swat of its paw. The Kratt Brothers have taught us that age is irrelevant when you have purpose—and a good camera crew. So next time you see them on screen, don’t think about the years. Just remember that they’ve been doing this since before you were born, and they’ll probably outlive us all, fueled entirely by protein bars and pure adrenaline. And that, my friends, is a beautiful, terrifying thought.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go check if my own birthday candles have that “safe for wildlife” label on them. Because those guys made it look way too easy.