The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-11-04
A WOMAN'S Big GAME HUNTING
MRS. EVELYN CAMERON TELLS
OF HER LIFE IN MONTANA.
went There on Her Honeymoon and saw
q Mountain Lion klled-Ad0ptfon OF
Eve hear Cubs-Campins Recon-
mended to Couples ON q Holiday.

mended 10 Couples ON q hoiiuay.
II you ask Mrs. Evelyn j. Cameron, OF
Custer county, Mon, what she has got
OF her life of camping and hunting,
she will probably laugh merrily and reply:
Rheumatism, chiefly"
Mrs. Cameron is the Englishwoman who
introduced the divided skirt into that part
OF the country in the days before you could
buy a pattern for one in any department
! store. Ever since she was q girl on her
fathers place in Surrey, and elected TO put
in her time shooting rabbits and grouse
with her brothers instead of doing fancy
work and going to dances, she has been
devoted to hunting.
Tradition has it that Mrs. Cameron never
did her own hair before she struck Montana.
And now?
-Tve spent January and February in q
tiny Indian tent, said Mrs. Cameron, with
the mercury 40 degrees below zero, and u
noses n chins we're all blistered with the
cold. And I've hademy hair frizsled by
lightning so that it made a cracking sound
and the people at home asked me how / came
TO burn il. And I've had the tent blow
down on me in a hurricane and a W slept
night after night with only a blanket be-
tween me and the frozen ground.
But the great hunting days are over in
Custer county and the ranchman and
granger will see to it that they never return.
About all that is left to the s-portswoman
to-day is to aunt with the anera
~My first experience in hunting big game
in Montana as in 1889, when my husband
and / came out here on our honeymoon
and started in 10 hunt deer, antelope and
mountain lion on Cabin Creek. We took
an Englishman along to cook for us and
had as guide John Monta que, one Of Clusters
old scouts.
One day the three Of us were out when
we succeeded in starting a fine large lion.
/ had the first shot but missed. NV hus-
band and I were standing on the top of a
washout at the time.
"The terrified animal rushed past US
and into a hole in the washout for safety.
Monty ran below to dislodge it, when,
frightened past all sense OF prudence, the
lion darted out Of his hole and jumped right
up where we were standing.
1T was then our turn to be scared, not
only for ourselves but for the guide. A
shot from my husbands rife brought down
the lion before he had had time TO do any
mischief. however.
THE lion measured six feet from tip To
tip and the taxidermist in Mandsn who
set it up for us said il was the largest he
had ever seen.
THE mountain lion is big enough and
fierce enough to provide sufficiently excit-
ing sport for the average sportsman or
sportswoman. II was with no little salts
faction that my husband and 1 accepted an
invitation to hunt on Pumpkin Creek, where
a friend OF ours had a few DAYS before lost
twelve sh eep through the depredations Of a
lion.
This hon had twice been seen d~evouring
a sheep which it had dragged out Of the
corral. and II had been responsible for the
death OF no less than twenty-eight sheep in
all.
well, we hunted mountain lion on Pump
kin. Creek all that winter, but we never got
another chance at one like hat we had over
on Cabin Creek. We heard constantly of
lions being sighted and Of their jumping
into the sheep pens and throttling the
sheep, and we came upon a number Of their
holes and smoked them out.
But we never had much luck with IL all,
so in the spring OF % we gave it up and
started of on a bear hunt on the north side
OF the Yellowstone.
This time we tool ten or twelve horses
along with us, two wagons for { he horses
feed and our " provisions, and a ook
and a guide. Our trip was to lest two
months. Remembering what hard luck
we had Deem playlng m with the noun
tain lion. we promised Lisk, our guide. sI0O
II he succeeded in raising a bear for US.
The first night out We camped near the
bear country. Great was our delight when
the hound began to bay. Rising from our
blankets and getting into our shooting
toys post haste we started to follow in
high hopes OF running down something
worth while.
There, sure enough, were the fresh
tracks Of a bear; Not the slightest doubt
that our poor old played out dog had raised
some sport for Us this time.
When daylight came we prepared TO
follow up those bear tracks to the bitter end.
hhn we did. But we never caught up with
the bear that they belon ged to.
Bears, II you don't happen 70 know. ara
terrible travellers. They never give no,
but just keep going and going, ana they can
keep ahead Of q man indefinitely.
Another Gay when we were out wa sav
a We o to be mare and foals travelling
along together. Looking at them through