. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 10 THE BREEDER AND SPORTSMAN [Saturday, October 17, 1908. what distant object. As I touched the trigger, how- ever, somebody else reached over tor a gun. The raft tipped and my bullet went into the bushes, some ten feet from its intended destination. I threw in another shell, tool; careful aim and fired at the same moment lhat Tom did. Down went the bear, rolling and twist- ing to the great delight of 'Silent' (we called him 'Silent' because he never was), and the raft was once again headed for the shore. It was a good sized black bear, but his coat was not in
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 10 THE BREEDER AND SPORTSMAN [Saturday, October 17, 1908. what distant object. As I touched the trigger, how- ever, somebody else reached over tor a gun. The raft tipped and my bullet went into the bushes, some ten feet from its intended destination. I threw in another shell, tool; careful aim and fired at the same moment lhat Tom did. Down went the bear, rolling and twist- ing to the great delight of 'Silent' (we called him 'Silent' because he never was), and the raft was once again headed for the shore. It was a good sized black bear, but his coat was not in very good shape. However, it meant fresh meat, so there was rejoic- ing on both rafts. The next morning I was standing at the bow oar when I saw an immense black bear moving around on a sand bank some 200 yards away. 1 thought I had discovered the largest bear that ever lived. When it turned its head and I whispered 'Moose.' the Colonel, who had been lying on his back, nursing a sore eye, now showed signs of life and once more Tom showed his skill in wood craft. Although the animal was almost in plain sight, Tom took my place at the oar and continued rowing to keep the raft from piling up on the driftwood along the shore. The Colonel picked up his elephant gun, asked me to show him the moose and patiently wait- ed for the time to fire. I held the old man down until we rounded a turn where the moose gave us a broad- side. I whispered 'Shoot,' and raised my rifle, but I had not caught my sights when ttie Colonel's gun boomed forth. The moose caved in as though struck by lightning and the Colonel presented his apologies for having fired first. I said something about its not making any difference to me who killed the game, but I did not say it just that way. Again we worked ashore and found the quarry. It was a fine young bull fat and, as it afterwards proved, delicious. After pos- ing ourselves in histrionie attitudes before the kodak, we proceeded to hack the animal into quarters
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