Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-11-13
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way for two or three hundred yards:
but, when once fairly started. he may
go several miles, even though mortally
wounded; therefore, the hunter, after
his first shot, should run forward as
fast rs he can, and shoot again and
again until the quarry drops In this
way many animals that would other
wise be lost are obtained, especially
by the man who has repeating
rifle.
The elk I thus slew was giant
His body was the size of steers,
and his antlers, though not unusually
long, were very massive and heavy
He lay in a glade. on the edge of a
great cliff. Standing on its brink we
overlooked most beautiful country
the home of ali homes for the elk:
wilderness Of mountains. the immense
evergreen forest broken by park and
glade by meadow and pasture, by
bare hillside and barren table-land
Some five miles Off lay the sheet of
water known to the old hunters as
Spotted Lake; two or three shallow
sedgy places, and spots Of geyser for
nation, made pale green blotches on
its wind-rippled surface. Far to the
southwest, in daring beauty and maj
esty, the grand domes and lofty spires
of the Tetons shot into the blue
sky.
That night, as on more than one
night afterward, bull elk came down
whistling to within two or three hun
dred yards Of the tents, and tried to
join the horse herd. The moon had
set, SO could not go after it. Elk are
very restless and active throughout
the night in the rutting season; but
where undisturbed they feed freely in
the daytime, resting for two or three
hours about noon.
Next day, which was rainy, we spent
in getting in the antlers and meat of
the two dead elk; and / shot off the
heads Of two or three blue grouse on
the way home. The following day l
killed another bull elk. following him
by the strong, not unpleasing, smell,
and hitting him twice as he ran, at
about eighty yards. SO far had had
good luck, killing everything I had
shot at; but now the luck changed,
through no fault of mine as far as
could see, and Ferguson had his in
nings. The day after I killed this
bull he shot two fine mountain rams:
and during the remainder of our hunt
he killed five elk-one COW. for meat.
and four good bulls. The two rams
were with three others, all old and
with fine horns: Ferguson peeped over
lofty precipice and saw them COM
ing up it only fifty yards below him.
His two first and finest bulls were OBJ
| tanned by hard running and good
shooting;. tile herds were on the move
at the time, and only his speed of foot
and soundness OF wind enabled him
to get near enough for shot. One
herd started before he got close. and
he killed the master bull by shot
right through the heart as it trotted
past hundred and fifty yards dis
tant.
AS for me, during the next ten days
I killed nothing save one COW for meat;
and this though l hunted hard every
day from morning till night, no matter
what the weather. Our i'll success was
in part due to sheer bad luck; but the
CHEF element therein was the presence
of a great hunting party of Shoshone
Indians. Split into bands Of eight to
ten each, they secured the whole coun-
try Oh their tough, sure-footed ponies
AS they slew whatever they could. but
by preference cows ard calves, and as
they We're very perseverng, but also
very excitable and generally poor Shots
so that they wasted much powder. they
not only wrought havoc among the elk,
but also scared the survivors out of all
the country over which they hunted.
Day in and day out we plodded on
In hunting trip the days of long mo-
| notony in getting to the ground, and
the days Of unrequited toll after it has
been reached, always far outnumber
the red-letter days Of success. But it is
Just these times of failure that really
test the hunter. In the long run, COM
nonsense and logged perseverance
avail him more than any other quail
ties. The man who does not give up,
but hunts steadily and resolutely
through the spells of bad luck until the
luck turns. is the man who wins sue
cess in the end.
After week at Two-Ocean Pass, we
gathered our pack-animals one frosty
morning, and again set off across the
mountains. A two-days' jaunt took us
to the summit of Wolverine Pass, near
Pinyon Peak, beside little mountain
| tarn; each morning we found its sur
face skinned with black ice, for the
nights were cold. After three or four
days, we shifted camp to the mouth OF
! Wolverine Creek, to get off the hunting
grounds of the Indians. We had used
I'M our last elk-meat that morning. and
when we were within a couple OF
hours journey of our intended hating
place, Woody and struck OFF on foot
for hunt. Just before sunset we
came on three or four elk: spike bull
stood for a moment behind some tllcG
eyergreens a hundred yards Off Guess
ing Mt his shoulder, fired, ana he fell
dead after running Il few rods. had
| broken the luck, after ten days OF Ill
success
Next morning Woody and l, with
| the packer, rode to where this elk lay
We loaded the meat on pack-hofse.
! and LET the packer take both the load