The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1921-11-07
IDAHO HUNTERS IN
THE FORESTS OF WYOMING
BY WARDELL CLINGER

Three hunters of Firth. Idaho, M
E. Barnett, Milton Andrews, anC
Allie Sibbett motored to Etna, Wyo
last week for the purpose of killing
their share Of elk, deer, mountain
sheep, and bear. They met me at, my
ranch, the Arrow C, from which We
started by horseback, each leading
his pack horse. The horses engaged
in this trip, were most wonderful, fol-
an Occasion of this kind, and it was
we'll worth the trip to have the
pleasure of riding a we'll trained
saddle horse.
One days ride put us on what is
known as Dog Creek Basin, sixteen
miles south Of Jackson Hole. We
unpacked our horses and pitched our
tent in an excellent spot by swiftly
running creek. The horses were
cared for and the good old mountain
supper spread and devoured. The
sky was clear and the only sounds
were those of the coyote and boot
OWL The next morning I led the
party to the summit of Wolf Mount
ain in search Of game.
That day was fruitless, but we saw
eleven coyotes, and one calf elk. We
could not shoot the coyotes as it
would have frightened the larger
game.
A Wyoming hunter never eats
from the time he leaves camp until
he returns, and our return was far
after dark. At dusk Sibbett and I
parted from Barnett, taking a diff
ferent route to camp, trying for
game. Now here is where M, e b.
got the scare Of his young life. A
timber wolf faced him in his trail
for camp, and our grocery merchant,
remembering an old hunters tale,
got his eye with the VOLTS and made
the latter lose his nerve. The wolf
turned and went up the hill. He had
not gone far when Barnett thought
OF his rifle, also Of it's wonderful
reputation, as it belongs to- Jack
Foster and last year killed deer
So up went the gun and M. e. B.
said he was gently walking up the
hill SO he held it about six feet over
his head and "By gosh | hit right
where l held it, Ihe wolk came
back to M. E. B. and went right in
his trail to camp. Well, this changed
Barnett's route and it was there he
got lost.
II anyone has ever been lost in
the dark pines at night, they can ap-
preciate Barnett's feeling. found
him at 1870 and he was unable to
walk in. He said he would have
answered my gun, but that Cd
wolf had his eyes right on me every
minute"
Next day we all went out again,
but as we had shot up the Dog Creek
Basin looking for Barnett, we went
to Wolf Creek Basin. Hhere we saw
our elk. We each took the same
direction about 200 yards apart.
Andrews and Sibbett came to a cliff
where two bull elk were standing.
They started at the hunters at a slow
pace. Both leveled their guns then
grabbed Sibbett, begging
him not to shoot. He did not, and
The elk played in the bottom OF the
creek for a while and disappeared.
Barnett and I came on the scene.
They told US the story and cussed.
Down on the trail Andrews and
sibbett were sent to some small
axes and directly-bang! boom!
Bang! bang! etc. for about ten
minutes. I said to Barnett that I |
must run and stop them as they must |
lot kill more than two each.
This is the story they told: Sib-
,ett saw strike "a COW elk with
hort horns) lying down. IT put nv
run on 1t, then took 1t down, stopped |