seems to be the worst. First to 

 entice the bull moose to one by 

 means of a love call on a horn, and 

 then to bewilder him by a great 

 blare of light, exposing him while 

 the gunner is in darkness and the 

 deed committed, is too much like 

 stabbing in the back. It is not even 

 "sport," when an animal's chance 

 for life depends upon the ability of 

 the gunner to hit a six-foot target 

 a few feet away. 



However, we were to find that, 

 the gunpowder element being 

 eliminated, an infuriated bull moose 

 at close quarters is no mean ad- 

 versary. 



We paddled swiftly to Big Dam 

 Lake, the place where Sally had seen 

 the moose family. It might easily 

 be a favourite resort for others, and 

 as this was the beginning of the 

 mating season, a suitable place for 

 some big bull to be reconnoitring. 

 The Tevi had expected to cover the 

 Big Dam Lake territory and we were 

 going to the outlet, but it occurred 

 to us, after we were started that as 

 they had decided to remain at home 

 we might as well go to what seemed 



