The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1901-02-07
AN EXCITING BATTLE.
A WICKED ENCOUNTER BETWEEN A
MAN AND A BEAR.


Side-A Close Call. rs which the
Man just Escaped with HIS Life.
To roll down q snow covered noun
tain side tightly clasped in tho embrace
of a grizzly bear is an experience few
men pass through and live to tell. But
that is what happened to Frank Lecky
of Fresno, and when it was all over he
had only few scratches and bruises
and big bearskin to show as signs of
his terrible encounter.
at was the wickedest fight ever
got into, said Frank when telling of
his experiences, ''and have been in a
good many. going out hunting in the
Sierras every winter, as do
"This big fight happened up in the
Whitney country. 1t was just a few
miles east of the Minarets and in the
spot where fellow is always pretty
sure to find big game.
ut was pretty late in the afternoon,
and | was all alone in camp, as the
other boys had not returned from deer
hunt they started on in the morning.
81 had been DOING in the tent all
day, but came out to have a look Mt the
sky AS l glanced along the top of
bluff few hundred feet from the camp
l saw something dark moving about.
THAT was enough for me. got my
rife and started right after it. The kind
of game was going after didn't con-
Germ me at all. but really didn't ex-
pect bear, at least such big cantanker-
Gus bear.
Taking roundabout way through
the snow. / soon reached the top of the
bluff and began to crawl along care
fully in order to get good resting shot
and not come upon my game too sud
denly
Finally caught close view of
big dark body moving behind clump
of bushes. 1t was SO large that for
moment thought had been stalking
q COW and was ready to kick myself.
Then long drawn sniff and deep
growl told me it was bear was sight
| ing. Instantly was all excited with
interest and strained every nerve to get
the beast in line and so plant bullet in
| the right spot. The bear, however had
mind to keep his eyes on me and kept
moving about as he peered between the
branches of the brush
Suddenly one of the horses down in
the camp neighed loudly and attracted
the bears attention. As the bear turn
ed and exposed his side l fired. Down
went the bear like bag of wheat, and
| / thought my rifle ball must have gone
clean through its brain. Without stop
| ping to consider whether my shot had
really been fatal, ! rushed forward. AS
l stopped down to see where the ball
struck, the bear jumped up, and then
l knew had only creased it-that is,
| just grazed its head or spinal cord and
knocked it senseless for moment.
Before | could swing my rifle for
ward to get in q shot the bear had
knocked it out of my hands and was
right on top Of me- Somehow l man
aged to draw my knife and get in few
jabs that did no damage. The bear
Rugged me tighter and tighter, and
kicked harder and harder and jabbed
wildly with my knife. Then we both
rolled on the ground, and the bear tried
to bite my face, but / kept off his fast
clawing blows by hugging tightly
against him. l jabbed and jabbed as
we rolled over and over, and the bear 3
face and claws were pretty badly cut
and one of his eyes was put out of ser.
vice. The snow all around was torn up
and spattered with blood.
''Before | knew it we were just on
the edge of the bluff, and an almost
vertical wall Of snow lay just below us
for over hundred feet to the bottom.
"This frightened me more than the
bear, for l knew what it meant, but be-
fore could think of doing anything we
were over the edge and rolling down at
lightning speed.
cit could not have taken more than
few seconds, but it seemed to me like
years Now l was on top of the bear,
| and now underneath. Snow filled my
eyes and ears, and was scratched and
wounded and bumped until l thought
my end had come.
cit seems to me that / kept striking
| at the bear as we rolled, or rather shot,
downward, for we were going at the
speed of cannon ball. Then there was
a sudden bump while was on top, and
the bear gave moan CT pain and let
| go Of me.
"That gave me my chance, and
drove my knife into his heart.
1.-THE skin measured over seven feet
found out while we were cutting him
up that when he struck the rock at the
bottom Of the hill he shattered his
spine 1t was just piece of luck that
the bear struck the rock and not my.
self. San Francisco Call.
Short Sighted.