220 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



we suddenly saw a big stag come out of the 

 woods and feed along a ridge just above the 

 shores of the lake. He was not more than 

 400 yards away and was walking rapidly as 

 he fed up wind and towards the camp. Waiting 

 until he had crossed the ridge and was out of 

 sight, we pushed on across a small dip between 

 us and the ridge, and so to the top of the ridge 

 where he had disappeared. It could hardly 

 be dignified by the name of a stalk, for on look- 

 ing over there he was standing about a hundred 

 yards away, feeding quietly. On the side to- 

 wards me the frontals and middles were good, 

 the tops poor, but stags were scarce, and 

 hoping for the best I dropped him with one 

 shot. It was the usual story, the two sides 

 were not alike and the horn next me was the 

 best one. This is one of the great difficulties 

 of judging heads; on one side may be a fine 

 frontal of seven or eight points concealing the 

 other frontal, which may be a single spike. 

 He was a very heavy stag, in good condition 

 and quite clean, but I should say the head was 

 going back. In one respect it was remarkable 

 — there were three distinct horns, the third 

 with two points growing out of the orbital 

 ridge and completely separated from the horn 

 on the same side. Steve said he had never seen 

 one like it. 



