Memories of a Bear Hunter 



the mountains to the north to look for game and 

 for another camp, for the signs called for it. In 

 the snow I discovered one large bear track within 

 a mile and a half from camp. This was the third 

 bear track we had seen, and I was becoming dis- 

 couraged, as there was no other sign of their being 

 here. Our elk baits still remained untouched. 



I hunted around the mountain for six or seven 

 miles and passed over a country well adapted to 

 game, especially white-tail deer, but all I saw was 

 one band of black-tails and one of antelope. The 

 large band of elk seemed to have left the country 

 I wished to hunt in ; still I felt that we might find 

 them still further south, on the south side of the 

 mountain, where the grass was greener. On the 

 north and northeast sides of the mountain the snow 

 drifts were much deeper and showed the lack of 

 sun. The wind blew so hard that it was tiresome 

 to ride against it. 



After dinner the next day we went south around 

 the foot of the mountain for four miles. We saw 

 two white-tail deer lying on a hillside sunning 

 themselves, and Catlin, crawling up to within a 

 hundred yards of them, fired. Much to his dis- 

 gust, he missed, and the deer bounded away over 

 the next hill with flags flying. Further along, we 

 saw elk; first three lying high up on the mountain 



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