2 4 o WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



We saved some of the meat and all of the fat to 

 take with us on our journey to the Iron Slough. We 

 buried the feet and more of the meat in the cold glacial 

 water, placing some stones over them to keep them 

 from the coyotes during our absence. 



We hung the hide over a willow bush to dry, 

 skinned the head and took it out into the water and 

 fastened it to a log, so that the porcupines could not 

 touch it, while the balance of the carcass we left, 

 together with some of the meat, for the other half of 

 the party, who were to follow within a day or two. 



Thus was the old adage that " the unexpected 

 always happens " once more exemplified. 



For eleven days we had been looking in all the 

 likely places to find big game. We had been up and 

 out at likely hours in the morning and at likely hours 

 at night. We had covered in this period of time over 

 sixty-eight miles of boating and had seen not a single 

 living head of game of any kind, excepting a small 

 deer which we shot, and that was unexpectedly seen 

 at the base of a mountain, where one would least look 

 for it, and yet here, away from his tribe and kindred 

 all alone this big lone bull of Sandy Lake was 

 discovered within a very few minutes of dusk, stalked 

 and killed. No wonder we were exultant and excited 

 beyond measure at the final unlooked-for result. 



