Hunting the Giant Moose 



our end, but the rest of the small opening was 

 free of underbrush. 



Hunter was leading and I was close behind with 

 Stereke at heel, while the native was a few steps 

 further back. I had noticed my dog a short time 

 before sniffing the air, and was therefore keeping 

 a constant watch on all sides, hoping that we might 

 come upon game, but little expecting it, when sud- 

 denly I caught sight of a large bull moose stand- 

 ing in the middle of the opening. He was about 

 300 yards away, and almost directly down wind. 

 ,1 do not see how he could have failed to get 

 our scent, and he must have been indifferent to us 

 rather than alarmed. 



My first thought was of Stereke. I knew that 

 he would break at the sight of game, and realized 

 for the hundredth time my mistake in bringing a 

 bear dog into the moose range. Quickly giving 

 him to the native to hold, I dropped my pack and 

 was instantly working my way toward the moose. 

 I had got to within rather less than 200 yards 

 when I saw the moose turn his head and look in 

 my direction. A nearer approach was impossible, 

 so I gave him at once two shots, and at the second 

 he fell. 



My dog, having bitten himself free from the 

 native, made for the moose, and savagely attacked 



