Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1912-10-18

EH thereby; hence this
report. Having had
splendid luck hunting deer in
Northern Minnesota for two falls
we when ! say we It means Mrs.
B. and myself. as she has accom-
panied me on all my hunting
expeditions and enjoys the outdoor
idea fully as well as ! do, besides
being good shot). decided on a
trial for moose. Now. when one Is
to hunt moose. the principal thing
is to go where the moose are. So
after thorough investigation into
the whereabouts of these animals
we concluded that Cook county.
Minnesota. probably had more
moose to the square mile than any
other place In America. and
think that our findings will be
borne out by the results of that
hunt.
Having decided where to go, It
was next In order to secure the
services of someone with a thor.
ough knowledge of the country, for
a guide Through the kindness OF
my friend, Dr. 3 B. Hicks of Grand =
Marais. Cook county, Minnesota. I
was put In communication with Mr..
Gilbert Gilbertson of that mace.
whose personal services we were
fortunate enough to secure. Right
here let me say that Gilbert Gil
oertson is without doubt the most
thoroughly qualified guide in Cook
county. having a thorough knowledge
OF the country as well as the habits
and haunts of game Mr.. Gilbertson
has four men. all good guides. and he
has a most unique method of charging
Tor his services. He or his men will
take. charge of one. two or three men
for $40 per day. or he will guarantee
to get you a good. fair shot at moose
for SIS. provided. however. that you
agree to hike" at least FIVE miles per
day. We are now ready to start. and
leave home for Minneapolis. where
we are Joined by Mr.. c. Herbert Al
len, thence to Duluth and from Duluth
to Grand Marafs by Booth Line
steamer Running into a dead SWELL
on Lake Superior, Mrs. B. and Herb
had all the joys Of real seasickness.
We were met at the wharf at Grand
Marais by our friend. DR.. Hicks. whose
splendid hospitality we thoroughly en-.
| joyed We were all up early next
morning to take a look at our sur.
roundings. of which 1t is impossible to
make an adequate pen picture. I'm.
agine a little village. Just back OF a
natural harbor of rocks. against q
mountainside Of beautiful evergreens
and white birch. nearly a mile high
ending In a tremendous promonotory
| of red-hued rock at one end and miles
and miles of the most gorgeous land
scape at the other. Cook county is
made up of thousands of Just such
scenes. with countless lakes and riv
ers interspersed. all of which abound
in land-locked salmon and speckled
trout. making a veritable sportsman's
paradise as well as artists dreamland
| Our guide has now arrived with team
| and wagon to take all our camp para
| phernalia. provisions. ETC., and we are
told that we are to drive out five
miles to Mr. H. Gilbertson's. where we
are to have dinner. and then on eight
miles further to the 13-mile post or
the Guniint road which place we
reached at s O'Clock. tired. hungry
and in the dark We soon unload the
big trunk containing our l4x24 tent
and in half an hour have our house
up and good fire going
The next day we spent in perfectins
our quarters hauling up fire wood
ETC., etc. and as the day thereafter was
November 10. or the opening day Of
the hunting season. we were all anxi
Gus to be ready for an early start. Tt
get a moose by still hunting II is i'm
perative that you get near the feeding
grounds by daylight We were &C
cordingiy on the trail as soon as Il
was possible to travel. and our usua
good fortune was with US. for we were
scarcely at the edge of the old burn
ing. now nicely grown up with young
poplars. alder bushes and hazel brush
when we found a fresh moose track IN
the light snow that had fallen the
previous day Judging by the size o.
the footprint we at once decided thai
we wanted that big bull. and it was
planned that Herb and Gilbert should
follow the track and Mrs. B. and
should cross the ravine and go NJ
along the hillside about a quarter Of
mile away This was followed out
and we had barely gotten across the
ravine when we heard Herbs 81
Remington automatic begin to cracl
and we hastily ran to the top Of g
small ridge. where we stood painting
for breath. when we heard a tremen
dous cracking of brush and timber