With Gun ft? Rod in Canada 



CHAPTER i. COMPETITION. 



I had too much competition from cow moose, which, 

 owing to the present game laws in Nova Scotia, are 

 unusually plentiful. On two occasions I had a bull coming 

 up and speaking distinctly, when his attention was dis- 

 tracted by the whine of a real cow some distance away. 



CHAPTER 2. RETROSPECTION. 



There is nothing more exciting or exasperating than 

 moose calling in competition with a cow moose. Once 

 while hunting in Ontario I succeeded in coaxing a big 

 bull up to within easy rifle-shot and killed him, in spite 

 of the whining of a near-by cow. I was never quite 

 sure whether I was making such an atrocious imitation 

 that the bull had decided to come and kill me out of 

 consideration for the cow, or whether it was mere idle 

 curiosity which the blase old bull decided to satisfy 

 before philandering upon his way. 



CHAPTER 3. ANTICIPATION. 



To get back to my interrupted attempts last fall to 

 coax the Nova Scotia moose up to my rifle: I wish to 

 reiterate that I had most exciting sport. It is a great 

 trick if you can do it. 



On my way to camp a week or two after the season 

 opened I was fortunate in securing a photograph of a set 

 of remarkable moose horns, the trophy of the Reverend 

 Mr. Pifer, of Bridgewater. His guides were just hauling 

 their moose out from Lake Rossignol, and, as the snap 

 shows, they had their canoe on a wagon, the four quarters 

 of the moose were in the canoe, and the head, wrapped 



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