The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1898-11-16
sIcHoRNs FIGHT A LION.
A Thrilling sight for a Hunter In Lower
california.

California
Hunting b~orregos. or mountain sheep,
in the wilds of Lower California is one
Of the diversions of travellers who visit
San Diego and Coronado beach. The
hunting Is said by many Of these tour
lists TO be equal in excitement and wild
woods flavor to anything they have
ever had In any part of the world. The
scenery. the native Indian population,
the occasional ruins Of old Spanish mis-
sions. and the sport itself. make up an
experience that Is well worth its trou-
BILE and cost. As for small game along
the way. that Is taken as a matter Of
course. IL includes quail. snipe. ducks.
brant. king rail. and a dozen other
good birds. Deer. too. are frequently
met In the rough country below the
line. but for sport their killing does
not equal the wilde pursuit Of noun
tain sheep.
George Box. well known along this
coast as a tireless hunter. has had
many exciting hunts in Lower Califor-
mia. accompanied only by an Indian.
One of his trip was for mountain sheep
on the gulf sid Of the San Pedro Mar
tir. He wanted to see what the coun-
try contained. and to ompar the
hunting with the sport ne had found
I'm West Australia. He chose Alamo
as his starting point. This is a min
ing camp $50 miles south Of San Diego.
VI wv iAl EthNAitdFl VI f4IttIdUd. III
is on the edge of the wild lands. oc-
cupied only by n few rowing indian
OF the Santa Clara or Cocopah tribes.
AT the lower end Of Trinidad valley. at
an Indian rancheria. BOX secured the
services Of an old fellow nicknamed FL
Cato CThe Cat). who was probably
named thus for his agility.
II was fortunate in getting FL Cato"
said Mr.. Box He proved to be n
treasure. whether in camp or on the
chase. Cato led the way from San
Antonio up the dry. sandy bed of a
stream until We got into a canon where
there were plenty of willows and a pool
OF ice cold water. n there we went
into camp. Plenty OF deer trails were
to be seen. and we started out to look
for the game. but we a no luck. The
next morning we got out OF the canon
by climbing a steep trail into a region
of pines and upon a sort of table land.
where not even grass grows. The trail
from there led down into a narrow
willow-choked canon, where Cato had
to cut n path through with his ma
chete. Then Of a sudden came a drop
down a gorge so steep that ! had to
drag my mule. Kicking Sally. after
me. The trail kept on. leading through
many canons and over rocky table
lands covered with pines. altogether
the toughest country I ever saw.
w finally reached an excellent
camp. In a glade with running water
and plenty OF dry brush for the fire.
There was where I got my first deer.
I was out on a good trail when sud-
denly a doe jumped right past me.
I shot quickly and half biindly. and
missed. Another followed, and I got her.
She was in good condition. Cato ran
up. attracted by the firing Of my Win
chester. and was much pleased to see
the doe. u supply OF fresh meat hav-
ing been exhausted long ago.
"'Shall we eat here. or go back to
campo he asked. I have great hunger
for this sweet venado.'
" Better go back to camp. where we
can get something else to eat with it,
I replied.
" 'Bueno.' said FL Cato cheerfuliy. He
picked up the deer. after skinning and
partly cutting her up. n walkeu back
10 camp. fully a mile. at a lively gait.
without stopping to rest. The doe
weighed fully 100 pounds. but got
c-~r fNe rorgh rrornd in n hurry and
did not seemed to be distressed by the
load.
The next day Cato and I went up
the mountains on the edge OF a small
desert. where there was a long stretch
Of park-like upland covered with tall
grass and apparently fed by streams
from the higher peaks. II was an ideal
place for deer. II reminded me OF some
Of the higher country In Colorado. We
toiled up and up until we reached the
summit Of the highest mountain that
could he seen from where We stood. \
scene OF magnificent grandeur opened
before us on all sides. on the east the
yellow desert. wTinkled like a max.
stretched its parched surface from the
foothills 20 the blue gulf. On its SUI