COUGAR HUNTING IN SONORA 247 



"Bet you a dollar Mex. you can't pull up your 

 horse and stop him before he goes," he added. 



"You're on!" I said. Laying back on the reins 

 and jerking out my gun. I dropped a shot his 

 way from the saddle, but he went on and down 

 the other side. "I win," declared Hi; "you hit 

 him all right, but it will take another one of those 

 to get him down." 



We tore on again to the spot where he had 

 turned down and found a little crimson trail. 



"It's all off," called Hi. "See him down there? 

 He's stopped now to fight the pack. Get your 

 kodak, make a little circle, and come up behind 

 that big rock in front of him, and you will get 

 a fine picture." 



Climbing down on foot, then up again, keep- 

 ing the boulder in front of me so that I could 

 not be detected, I quietly crawled over the top 

 and practically came face to face with a large 

 brown bear. It required but a second or two to 

 snap him, as we both stood rather surprised some 

 eight feet apart. Laying aside my "picture- 

 machine" (as Hi sometimes termed it) , I grabbed 

 up the rifle and took a hasty shot as the bear 

 grunted and growled and champed his jaws. His 

 great vitality was of no avail against such an 

 impact, his strength soon began to ebb as he sank 



