SHEEP, MOOSE AND CARIBOU 



were astir about 5:30 on the average. As we 

 were out hunting late of nights very often, it 

 may be seen that we at least "done time" while 

 on the trip. 



What surprised me most was the almost total 

 absence of fresh bear sign (there was plenty of 

 old). The bears apparently were not wild — to 

 see us — and, on the other hand, we were getting 

 so wild and wary of bear toward the end of the 

 trip that I believe we would have run from a cub. 

 Which reminds me of a fake foot racer of Wyo- 

 ming who later turned bear hunter. He had 

 thrown many running matches, as it seemed the 

 only way he could make a success of the game; 

 so one day while hunting Bruin with a friend a 

 bear took after him, running him pretty close to 

 his friend, who was a surgeon. As he went by 

 in the hottest race he had ever run the doctor 

 called from a protecting tree-limb: "For Gawd's 

 sake, run, Tom, run!" "You d d fool," re- 

 sponded Tom, between gasps, "you don't think 

 I'm going to throw this race, do you?" 



After traveling to a camp-site on Harris Creek 

 and seeing no sign of moose, Harry suggested 

 that instead of camping immediately and going 

 up to Tepee Lake, three miles, in the morning, 

 that we leave the outfit here while Cap, he and I 

 should go to Tepee Lake now, and if we found no 

 sign we would camp farther below and do our 

 hunting in that section on the morrow. So this 

 plan was agreed to. When we reached the lake 



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