With Gun & Rod in Canada 



shadow of the barn in the clearing where I had called 

 the first few times. I listened and could hear the bull 

 walking towards me through the woods. He came as 

 straight for the corner of that barn as if he had been led 

 by the halter, and stood on the edge of the clearing 

 hardly fifty feet away. As it was getting dark, I tied 

 a handkerchief around the barrel of my gun to give me 

 an idea where I was aiming, and when the moose stopped, 

 I fired. He staggered and turned sideways. I fired 

 again, and as he moved off in the dark edge of the trees, 

 I fired three more shots. The moose disappeared in the 

 black woods. I did not feel like following him through 

 the thicket alone at that time of night, so I loaded up 

 my magazine and went to the cabin. My shooting had 

 awakened Charlie, and he was just putting on his mocca- 

 sins to see what it was all about. Together we went 

 back to look for the moose. There had been a slight 

 fall of snow the night before, and we found his tracks 

 and blood. We had not tracked him over twenty-five 

 yards, when the moose jumped up out of the thicket 

 and made for the lake. As soon as I heard him in the 

 water I ran back to the landing and jumped into a canoe, 

 and caught sight of the moose, now swimming, now run- 

 ning, just outside of the trees on the edge of the flowage. 

 The sun had set and there was a full moon in the east. 

 The moose swam across a little cove and came out of 

 water on a submerged point, and stood for an instant 

 looking back. I dropped the paddle, picked up my rifle 

 and fired. The moose plunged again into deep water. 

 A little point of flowed timber reached out into the lake, 

 and the moose ran right through it. 



I followed now, only about twenty-five or thirty feet 

 behind. As he made clear water on the other edge of 

 the point he put for the shore, and I paddled frantically 

 to get between him and his objective, and succeeded in 



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