Willmar tribune., 1909-12-01

something. He kept looking intently
at the herd on our left, and l could
read his thoughts as he mentally
planned fresh stalk at the main
herd. But even to look in that direc-
con signified an admission Of weak.
ness on my part. so I kept the glass
glued on the object Ct my desires till
my eyes ached at watching his slow,
measured steps. Again and again be
stopped and looked back a. his late
companions, and then my heart sank
as each time he dropped his massive
horns and followed in the wake of .he
ladies, who had now commenced to
snatch few mouthfuls of food. But
what is this? He has started ard is
galloping full speed. Has something
frightened him or has some fresh bull
appeared to excite his jealousy, for he
Is master bull without doubt and the
rut Is near. He rushes beyond the
leading doe and then down goes his
head. The show of power drives the
frightened does together and then
back on the trail. They hesitate a
moment and then start of; at full gal
lop towards us. What joy! Our luck
has turned. Albert's face is study.
He is incredulous and then excited.
"rhey come now" he says to himself
1t was reompense for the hard
ships of the journey to see that little
troop advancing. knew they would
follow the line of the others and thus
pass within easy shot Moreover, 1
felt that had been right to wait, and
that pleases any mans vanity. On
and on they came till the stag began
to grow in size-500 yards, 400 yards,
800 yards. Now they stop and smell
about the old tracks, for caribou like
to follow the exact trail of others of
their kind. Then an old hind puts
out her neck, cocks her ears and trots
slowly down the hill towards our
hiding place. Albert worms himself
into desirable support behind my
right shoulder, and all is in readiness
for his majesty. The nearer he comes
the bigger his horns look and, al,
though not long, they contain a forest
of points such as l had never seen
before. A merciful Providence causes
the bull to stop just where the others
had stood. but he is covered by two
kinds and l must wait till they have
moved. He pokes one gently out OF
the way and then himself moves for.
ward step or two to smell the earth,
1t is enough; the sight is on his shoul.
der and l let go. He swings round
once, shaking his head, and then rolls
over with all four legs in the air. !
give whoop of triumph, for those
great antlers are mine, and ] rush
down the hill for the possible chance
of long shot at one of the stays on
the opposite hill. They are 500 yards
away at least, and all jammed to-
gether in solid pack as a result Of
the shot. A little forest of antlers
stands out above a darkness of bodies
1t is hopeless to fire. as the stays are
all at the back, and l must wait till
they string out and run. Now they
are off. tearing over the hills in mad
race. One stag shows to the right IN
the skyline and l salute him with Two
shots. But it is hopeless, as l cannot
see the striking point of the bullets
A loud call on the part Of Albert now
directs my attention to the stag had
shot, and I see him struggling to re.
gain his feet, so at once place bull
let through the lungs, which produces
immediate collapse. The first shot.
it seems, had gone a little to high
and too far forward. between the neck
and shoulder.
have killed many fine stays in
other lands, but I shall always remem.
ber that day on the glorious Tuya
mountains when a little self-restraint
met with a result equal to ones high.
eat hopes.
7 r.