SHEEP, MOOSE AND CARIBOU 



— a sure proof, they said, that they didn't get 

 game. 



Harry came in with Brownie about 5 o'clock 

 carrying a 4-year-old bull caribou in the velvet. 

 When they came upon it (which was accom- 

 plished, Harry said, thru some very clever stalk- 

 ing by his guide) they thought it was a cow out 

 of the velvet, so Harry opened on it at seventy- 

 five yards. He downed it with a shot in the 

 paunch that ranged diagonally forward and 

 broke the shoulder — a very pretty shot. Brownie 

 said. Later he was able to crawl to within 

 fifteen feet of a sleeping caribou bull, larger than 

 the first, but he allowed it to go, as it was not 

 his intention to kill any more in the velvet. He 

 would, of course, not have killed the first one 

 had he known the horns were soft. (This de- 

 cision on his part, to kill no more in the velvet, 

 was reversed later when he was told by Rogers 

 that there was a possibility that the velvet horns 

 might be preserved and that such a group 

 would be a curiosity in a museum. Now, how- 

 ever, we learn, after consulting Mr. Figgins — a 

 fact which most of us felt certain of at the time — 

 that as velvet specimens these horns are a 

 failure. 



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