ii2 Hunting the Grisly 



where she was easily finished. They found 

 that she had been lying directly across the 

 game trail, on a smooth well beaten patch 

 of bare earth, which looked as if it had been 

 dug up, refilled, and trampled down. Look 

 ing curiously at this patch they saw a bit of 

 hide only partially covered at one end; dig 

 ging down they found the body of a well 

 grown grisly cub. Its skull had been crushed, 

 and the brains licked out, and there were signs 

 of other injuries. The hunters pondered long 

 over this strange discovery, and hazarded 

 many guesses as to its meaning. At last they 

 decided that probably the cub had been killed, 

 and its brains eaten out, either by some old 

 male grisly or by a cougar, that the mother 

 had returned and driven away the murderer, 

 and that she had then buried the body and 

 lain above it, waiting to wreak her vengeance 

 on the first passer-by. 



Old Tazewell Woody, during his thirty 

 years life as a hunter in the Rockies and on 

 the great plains, killed very many grislies, 

 He always exercised much caution in dealing 

 with them; and, as it happened, he was by 

 some suitable tree in almost every case when 

 he was charged. He would accordingly climb 

 the tree (a practice of which I do not approve 



