The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1919-06-22

| knew there was a bunch OF rams In
there. But soon after getting above
| timberlne the fog again hit us ana al
! times we could see but few steps
away. At no time could we zee fan
enough To locate "a sheep unless We had
| been very close 10 him. We persisted
In staying there until late in the after
noon. thinking ali the time the fog
would clear away and give an opportun
try; but luck was against us and We
returned to camp. feeling that We had
/ been cheated out of one days hunt since
We saw nothing but one red fox.
Next morning the sun came out clear,
and everything indicated that the storm
was over. As elk sign was fairly plen'
| tiful we camped and hunted this local
| ty until the morning of the 18th Dur
/ ing this time Goddard had gotten his
second elk, which was n fine slXpo!nt;
/ Coe. another six point; and the writer. n
big seven.pont which Ned and /
stumbled upon coming from sheep
hunt Untll this time none Of our
party had had any of the hair breadth
escapes that YOU have read OF, tho there
might have been another story to tell
had Mr.. Goddard not been handy with
his feet the day he killed his second elk.
Chased by Wounded Elk.
Ned and | were hunting on the oppo'
site side of the canon and had sat down
to rest when we heard one shot. Every
thing was quiet for a moment or two
and the shooting commenced again far
ther down the mountainside, Ned and
I felt little apprehensive as we
thought he had probably wounded a
bear and the bear was after him, as he
could tell he was running. All told we
counted nine shots the last being fully
q mile from the first. Then we heard
him give "war whoop" and we felt
relieved thinking he had won. As soon
as Ned and | returned to camp we in.
qured why all the bomhardment that
afternoon. No one seemed TO know
anything about it. but finally Mr.. Cod
dard owned up he had knocked an elk
down and was taking HIS picture when
he looked up and the darn fool was
after him and he had to throw his kodak
away and run for his gun. His eN.
planation for running was that he could
was charging him for it was a one sided
race from start to finish, Just before
he got his gun the elk turned down hill
and then he took in after his elk. At
any rate. he got him, and he was Il
dandy too. This filled our licenses on
elk. I believe our heads as a whole
We're above the average heads taken
this season. We We're all absolutely
satisfied so far as elk We're concerned;
and. while we had hunted hard and met
with many disappontments in the way
Of game. the trip had been one con
tinual round Of pleasure.
BY 10 o'clock we had broken camp
and were on our way TO the head of
the Greybull River where we intended
to hunt sheep. We went out by the
South Fork trail to the mouth of Clark
Creek and camped that night in Hidden
Basin. On the way we saw seven deer,
with one very large buck among them.
but as the season was not open we
passed them up. The Clark Creek trail
manned by Ned Frost years ago in honor
of a Mr.. Clark whom he was guiding at
that time) we found to be the most diff
ficult and dangerous of any we had en-
countered up TO date. Old Sunlight"
the horse packing the kitchen. landed
in the creek about seventy yards below.
We feared we had lost one horse and
probably the greater part of the kitchen.
However, as soon as his pack was loos-
ened he got up apparently none the
worse and we resumed our journey.
Before we had gone very far "Lightfoot'
was "derailed" by another horse crowd
ing him and he landed in Il tree top
about 100 feet down the mountainsde.
After we had released his pack, he
climbed out. and with the exception OF
few little scratches he seemed to be
safe and sound. Everything was going
smoothly until "Daisy's" pack became
deranged and she stampeded with my
six.point elk head on her back. This
happened as we We're about half way
from the creek to the top of the divide,
and the incline was very steep. She
soon lost her footing and went tumbling
down the mountainside like rolling
boulder until she lost her pack, and when
we found her she was astride three pine
SaDlings large enough to lift her feet
off the ground. We finally got her off
the trees and to our surprise she did
not have a mark on her. nor We're my
elk horns damaged Incidentally, | am
not at all superstitous, but please bear
in mind that this was Friday, the 18th.
We broke camp early on the morning
of the 14th. with the weather clear and
cold. and headed for Virgins Fork OF
Wind River, where we intended TO hunt
sheep for few days on our way to the
Greybul After climbing out of Hidden
Basin we had good going as long as we
We're on top of the divide, but when we
started down to the headwaterS of the
creek leading into Virgins Fork, trav'
cling was not so good as We had to
make our own trail. Unfortunately, as
you will later see, we had 10 cross
small glacier which was very steep, and
here our first real circus stunt was
pulled off We had all dismounted and
we're leading our horses, it being ticklish
going at that, when Ships the shep'
herd pup belonging to Mrs Crouch,
slipped on the ice, collided with Mr..
Goddard knocking his feet from under
him, and away he went like flash
both feet in the air as tho they were
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