Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-12-25
SHOT A BIG MOOSE.
Hunter Tells How He Did 1t After
Twenty Days ROuEhing 1t.
From the Lewiston (Me.l Journal

From the Lewiston (Me.) Journal
DR.. Robert H. Daintree of Lewiston has
just returned from the big north woods,
bringing as proof of his skill with the rifle
a mammoth moose head and any quantity
of venison The doctor has been absent the
greater part of the month and hunted from
his private camp on Millinocket lake, which
is one of the largest and best known of the
"bilges'' of the west branch of the Penob-
scot 1t is only short trip by canoe from
Norcross. where the Bangor and Aroostook
road touches, and yet is famous for the
abundance of all kinds of big game.
who would have thought" exclaimed
the doctor, as he stood upon the post office
steps on a recent afternoon, that only Il
few days ago l was tramping across Ice
three inches thick! Fact, though. For three
miles after leaving our main camp we drag
ged all our outfit on improvised sleds over
ice that would easily have borne the weight
of horse. And here 1t is almost Indian
summer weather"
The moose the doctor has just shot is not
his first. handsome head already orna-
ments his office, but he IS very proud of his
latest trophy. And well he may be, for 1t Is
not only large one, but an unusual one.
well The horns have a spread of fifty
inches and are very symmetrical, turning
up rather than spreading out, as most
moose horns do The unusual feature
about the head is the bell, which, instead
of growing directly from the throat, ap-
pears to have its origin in most remark
able formation, which may as we'll be call
ed pouch as anything else. 1t is a double
bell and a very long one. In other re-
spects the head resembles hundreds OF
others.
Did you get him easily?" ventured a
Journal reporter.
"Well, 1 did and then 1 didn't. Killing
moose is not easy under any conditions.
But if you mean, did he die easy, 1 will say
yes Just one bullet from my 303O behind
his ear made him collapse like bursted
toy balloon. 1t was like this: We, my guide
and myself. had stopped in a bit Of second
growth for lunch, and the guide was just
starting the fire when we both caught a
sound like that made by COW rubbing her
horns against tree. We exclaimed
Moose" in one breath, and In less time
than it takes to tell i had my rifle and was
ready for business. We separated. and as
luck would have 1t had not walked five
minutes when l came face to face with a
big bull.
1--WE looked each other over for a mo-
ment, the moose doubtless wondering what
sort Of creature l might be, and 1 was
looking the moose over to see II he were
worth shooting. I decided he was at about
the same time the moose decided the local
ity was not particularly healthy. He swung
his big head about slowly, let out grllnt
which brings terror to the tyro at big game
shooting. and turned broadside. Usually 1
shoot for the fore shoulder, but this Was
such an easy shot, I took chance right
behind the ear and made bulps-eye. The
bull sat right down on his launches. and
knew at once second shot was not need
ed. I called to the guide that I had my
quarry. and he came up just as the big ami
NAL slowly sank to his side and kicked his
last kick.
THAT was easy, wasn't tip inquired the
doctor. but I have not told about the
twenty-odd days and nights we passed in
fruitless tramps about the woods and tho
miles padded about dead waters. looking