Big Game in the Rockies 



my custom to take along on my hunting-trips 

 aged and worn-out horses, which answer ad- 

 mirably when it comes to drawing bears to 

 a carcass. Of course, this is not always a 

 sure way, for the bear, if alarmed or disturbed, 

 will only visit the carcass at night, and then, 

 if the hunter is persistent and determined to 

 get a shot, he may expect many weary hours 

 of watching from a friendly pine. 



I think I hear the reader say, " What 's the 

 fun in shooting a bear from a tree? — there 

 is no risk in that." True, there is not; but it 

 is when you come down from your perch that 

 you may not feel quite so safe, as with limbs 

 benumbed from cold and lack of circulation 

 you climb down, knowing that perhaps sev- 

 eral pairs of watchful eyes or cunning nostrils 

 are studying your movements. Involuntarily 

 your thoughts travel in the vein of your 

 gloomy surroundings as you go stumbling on 

 your way to camp : what if the bear should 

 prefer live goose-flesh to dead horse? 



One spring morning I was knocking around 

 under the base of the mountains and found 

 myself, about dinner-time, so close to Colonel 

 Pickett's cozy log-cabin that I determined to 



