CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1898-11-03

are 0tner Trying OruediS Ou youf
nerves and patience when trying to
get photos of living wild sheep and
moose as they roam on their domain.
This requires days of patience and
rigid exposure, and many times with
out satisfactory results. ! should
have some splendid negatives, but will
tell you of this after developing.
will relate my experience with
my last bull moose. had started at
early dawn for a new locality and
had passed over several timbered
ridges, crossed through fats of birch
wood and spruce, and was in good
moose ground. l was at point Of
a ridge, in burnt timber, with scat
tering clumps of willow and not more
than forty yards from fat Of spruce
and birch, which broke of and sloped
gradually to small creek in front of
me. / heard the low muttering
grunts Of bull that was just under
this cover and did not seem to be
more than seventy or eighty yards
away. soon detected that he was
coming nearer, SO prepared to receive
him. Presently l heard his antiers
tearing through the brush and then
humping against small trees, which
sounds like hammering on an empty
apple barrel. 1t was now evident
that he was coming nearer, and ! al
most felt that he was as good as
Tabled No. T. Suddenly the low
pleading call of COW moose sounded
through the stiffness, seemingly about
where had first heard the bull. Up
to this time ! was under the impress
sion that he had been lying under
cover and had risen for his rather
early evening stroll and was coming
to this small stream to drink. This
last call put another face on the situ-
alton. He had stopped not more
than ten yards from the edge Of cover.
! strained all eyes, but could not
see him, yet could hear him mutter
occasionally. Fully an hour passed
when came to the conclusion that
he had laid down. While debating in
my mind the best thing to do, whether
to wait for him to get up or try to
creep to more favorable position
my surroundings not being good and
the wind getting stronger the los
call Of the COW was T peated. had
just decided to stalk The cracking
of his horns in the brush began again
and felt that this was my chance.
Hurriedly divested myself Of hunting
shoes, field glasses, vest and hat, for
the sound Of his antlers was growing
less and less distinct, md, ! might
add, my hopes little faint. He was
returning to his lady love. ] soon
crept of the ridge. beneath the vii.
lows, to the stream. Crossing this
a..d climbing little slope, ! came to
the little fat Of birch, aspen and
spruce, iecked here and there with
clumps Of alder. stopped through
the tall grass, and cat-like, tiptoed
over the logs, not allowing anything
to escape my eye. and noting the drift
of the wind--for it had changed.
One hundred and fifty to two hum
dred yards had been covered and the
thought that l had been outgeneralled
ard lost a prize was creeping over
me; but my better judgment said No.
Creeping cautiously, l continued on,
swinging little to the right. had
gone in this direction some forty
yards when the COW dashed from the
other side of a clump of alder. within
thirty yards of me. Two strides
brought the great antlered monarch
to her side. Somehow a metal-patch,
soft-nose bullet from my Savage rifle
went through him like cabbage stock.
Swinging to the right, he went down hill
like whirlwind. Another chance
shot plowed through him, which
turned him and he swung head on.
Another one punched up" in the
wethers aud brought him to the
ground.
He was breathing his last as J ap-
preached him. l drew my cloth tape
from my pocket and measured his
spread Of horns sixty-five inches
with massive blades and perfect points,
none of which are roken. He was q
great brute, and one of the finest
specimens ever saw. yet am frank
to say that did not admire him with
that zest of true sportsmanship that
did my prize moose, killed one year
ago, within six miles Of this identical
spot. For as l approached my 69a
inch spread last year felt the keen
sense Of satisfaction that l had added