Ashland tidings. [volume] (Ashland, Or.) 1876-1919, 1916-09-07


his life. Bob kept going, but die
not shoot any more after Ranger
! passed him. The race was soon over
and when the wolf saw he was sooI
to be oyertaken, he stopped and
swung around to face his foes
Ranger was too foxy to close in on
him, but instead ran round and
round him, and every chance he got
would try to get him by the ham
Bob soon got there and the old Win
chester cracked, and | saw Ranger
seize him and commence to yank
him around. | let Trailer go now
and | went also. l know he was dis
appointed when he got there, but /
couldn't help it. He was too yalu-
able a dog to take chances on get
ting him hurt by wolf. Bob want
ed to skin them, so we went to work
and took the hides off. Bob said
he would pack the hides, and was
gracious enough to give me the gun,
but of course we supposed there was
nothing between there and camp. l
confess | was a little down in the
mouth, and kept thinking it would
be a cold day when | left my gun in
camp again.
In going back we kept up nearer
the foot of the hill, and just as we
got we'll into the timber, out jumped
big five-point buck and tore out
through the timber at a terrific
rate. 1t was open timber here, and
in those days / was pretty good
shot on the run. The lever went
down and up, and quicker than a
flash / sent a bullet whizzing after
him, which by good luck struck him
near the bulge of the ribs, and rang
ing forward passed through the
heart. He ran few yards and up
ended. Say, believe me, all my trou-
bles disappeared right there, and l
could smile now as well as Bob. This
was pretty good luck. Fish, buck
meat and wolves to start in with,
and several miles yet to go before
we would be to our permanent camp.
The next morning we packed up
and went out across Elk prairie,
across Butte creek, up past Fish
lake, and along the trail towards
Lake of the Woods for four or five
miles, then turned to the left and
kept around the foot of Mt. Pitt
few miles, and landed high up on
creek called Paradise, that empties
into Lake of the Woods, where we
found a beautiful place to camp
lots of grass, lots of water and lots
of huckleberries, and we hoped lots
of game. The balance of the day
was spent in fixing up camp, making
fir bough bed and also racks to
Jerk meat on. Late in the evening
we took little round and scared a
bunch of grouse near camp. They
flew up and lit in the pines all
around us. We turned loose and
killed five, shooting the heads. off of
three. Bob did that. We also saw
some bear signs. but not real fresh.
We were in a wild country now, and
had big expectations as game here
had seldom ever been bothered, and
we had such good luck to start with
that we felt confident of getting all
the game we wanted. So next morn
ing we were up bright and early,
and after a fine breakfast OF fat
buck meat we got ready and started
out. took the dogs and went up
on the east side of the creek, and
Bob crossed over and went up the
ridge on the west side and was sup
posed to follow it up towards Mt
Pitt and keep high up so that in
case Trailer started bear he would
stand a better chance to hear him.
BY the way, Bob cautioned me be-
fore he left to be sure and take my
gun, which thought was not very
good taste in him, but | smothered 1t
down. | had not got half mile
from camp when / discovered where
big bear had come down off the
hill from the huckleberry patch and
went down towards the creek. The
dogs were little distance back, so
I gave the horn few quick short
toots, which was the signal for them
to come and come quick. 1t was
hardly minute until they were
there, and | could tell as quick as
Trailer got his nose on the track
that it was fresh. They both went to
work like they meant business, and
we're down across the creek and go
ing up the hill on the track in just
few minutes. Pretty soon l heard
them turn loose to yelping, and over
the hill they went and out of my