The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-09-27
TALES OF HUNTING.
Capture of WoOdchucks, Seals,
Bears and Geese.
MANY EDITORS MAY COME HERE.
National Association Thinking of Seattle
for Its Place Of Convention
The Provincial Police.

Three men, Mr.. W. s. Jameson, of Port Gamble
Mr.. c. 2. Eaton, OF Coupeyille. and Mr.. c. F.
Moulton, of this city, sat in the lobby OF the
Arlington hotel last night, telling hunting
stories. 'The most tremendous hunting
party that Gamble has seen lately"
said Mr. Jameson, consisted of my son,
Fred Jameson and Fred Hudson and Harry
Hoyle. Some weeks ago they armed them selves
10 the teeth and sailed forth prepared 70 kill
deer, bear. elk or elephants If they could ind
them. They went down the canal TO Hoods
port, struck back into the hills about ten miles,
and climbed one of the highest peaks. going
way up in the snow.
''What did they shoot? Well, they brought
back one brown skin of an animal which some
one told them was only found high up in the
mountains In the snow. l examined the petit OF
this rare animal and what do you suppose 1t
was? Why, nothing but woodchuck-a COM
mon woodchuck, such as yoa Will see by the
score in the East
This was the only result OF that long trip.
After Fred got home he took the skif and rowed
across the bay. On the other side he shot a seal
weighing about 10 pounds. Going up the bank
he came upon a bear. and he killed that, too. So
when he came back he had both animals lying
IN the bottom OF the skif."
Speaking OF bears" said Mr.. Moulton, "re-
minds me of an adventure / had two or three
years ago at Port Gamble. One afternoon saw out
among the logs OF the boom black bear. After
telling friend OF the game that was there, ran
for a Winchester and started to capture
him. l went out toward him and at the
same time he got an idea that he
wanted to get ashore Well, We approached
each other until finally he was on one end OF a
forty foot log, and on the other. | felt pretty
sure OF him, and pulled the trigger of the rifle:
but it wouldn't go off. He came step or two
nearer. | pulled again, but still the gun
didn't work. Then l began pulling
that trigger rather desperately. yet
there was no discharge. Things began
TO look serious for me and I yelled for my
friend who gave the bear two charges OF shot
from a doubled arreled shotgun. The animal
rolled off the log with howl, scrambled TO the
shore and made off into the woods. The trouble
with me was that failed 20 get the shells down
from the chamber into the rife barrel. The
bear, fortunately for me, was not hungry; for
had he been he might have made good
luncheon off me-"
When Mr.. Eaton's turn came he began: ''We
once had some pretty good duck shooting by Pat
Raymond. He built a blind from which to
watch for brant The first day he spent there
not bird came into sight The second
day the same until nearly night,
when large flock settled near. He had a
double baIreled gun and, he decided to
give one shot at them and hold the other till
they rose. SO he pulled the trigger But the
gun was so heavily loaded that the discharge
set off the second barrel. The recoil was ire
mendous and knocked Pat clear out OF the ca
noe. His face was terribly blackened, too But
he was consoled when he found he had killed
twelve out of that flock of brant.
''The geese and ducks have Already begun
coming down from the North, and that indi-
Gates that there is some pretty cold weather up
fhare