The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1912-01-23

~ 'noiooy' nonc0 ."'e
report. Having had
splendid luck hunting deer in
Northern Minr<so for two falls
we (whcn say we 1t means Mrs.
b. and myself as she has accom-
panied me on all my hunting
expeditions and ENJOYS the outdoor
Idea fully as we'll as do. besides
being a good shot), decided on
trial for moose. Now. when one is
to hunt moose. the principal thing
Is to 90 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
guide. Through the kindness of
my friend, DR.. F. B. Hicks OF Grand
Marais, Cook county, Minnesota, I
was put in communication with Mr..
Gilbert Gilbertson Of that place,
whose personal services we were
fortunate enough to secure. Right
mere let me say that Gilbert Gill
bertsoh Is without doubt the most
thoroughly qualified guide In Cook
county. having thorough knowledge
OF the country as well as the habits
and haunts of game. Mr.. Gilbertson
las four men, all good guides, and he
mas most unique method of charging
FOR 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 a moose
for $25. 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 Marais by a Booth Line
steamer Running into dead swell"
on Lake Superior, Mrs B. and Herb
had all the joys Of real seasickness.
We we're 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 it is impossible to
make an adequate pen picture I'm
agine little village. just back Of
natural harbor of rocks, against a
n1ountainside of beautiful evergreens
and white birch. nearly a mile high.
ending In 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 we'll 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 on
the Gunflint road which place we
reached at 6 O'Clock, tired, hungry
and In the dark. We soon unload the
big trunk containing our 14x24 tent
and in half an hour have our house
up and good fire going
The next day we spent in perfecting
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 we're all anxi.
GUS to be ready for an early start. To
get moose by still hunting. it is i'm
perative that you get near the feeding
grounds by daylight We were &C
cordingly on the trail as soon as 1t
was possible to travel. and our usual
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 fresh moose track in
the light snow that had fallen the
previous day. Judging by the size of
the footprint we at once decided that
we wanted that big bull, and 1t was
planned that Herb and Gilbert should
follow the track and Mrs B. and |
should cross the ravine and 20 up
along the hillside about a quarter OF
a mile away. This was followed out
and we had barely gotten across the
ravine when we heard Herbs .35
Remington automatic begin to crack
and we hastily ran to the top Of a
small ridge. where we stood painting
for breath, when we heard tremen.
dous cracking of brush and timber. ,
and In another moment we saw about
$50 yards away and coming directly
our way, very large bull moose.
until he was In a fairly omen
spot, ! fired with my Winchester 80
cal. G. M. 1903, but shot entirely too
high, as l only pulled bunch of hair
out OF his neck. Quickly throwing in
another shell, l took little better aim
and planted ball right home, souar>
~ behind the shoulder blade, tearing
hole through both lungs and cut.