38 " UNACCOUNTABLES :' AND OTHER SHOTS 



I told him the distance was to great to come any- 

 where close to him, but that he would hear the 

 bullet whiz anyway. Without bothering with the 

 sights at all, I raised the rifle and fired. Poulin, 

 who was watching for the splash of the bullet, 

 suddenly exclaimed, "you have hit it!" And 

 sure enough, when we paddled up to it, there it 

 lay stone dead, with the bullet hole fair in the 

 middle of the head. It was a two years old 

 Greenland seal, the skull of which would give a 

 target of three inches in diameter. Shot off- 

 hand, and from a moving canoe, such a shot 

 might not be repeated in a hundred thousand 

 rounds. 



Most Quebec sportsmen will remember an old 

 man named Morasse, who lived at St. Raymond, 

 now a considerable village on the Lake St. John 

 R.R. The old chap was farmer and trapper com- 

 bined. He kept some very fine and good cocker 

 spaniels, and many were the ruffed grouse they 

 found and treed for him. Parties used to come 

 and stay with him, going out along the Ste. Anne 

 River and in the surrounding mountains. They 

 never came back empty-handed. In September, 

 1880, I think it was, I was invited by two of my 

 Quebec friends, Messrs. E. N. Chinic and L. 

 Noel, to join such a shooting party. As there 

 was a possibility of our coming across some very 

 big game, I was told to bring my rifle, as well as 

 a gun. We drove up in a buckboard, and in some 



