HUNTING IN BRITISH COLUMBIA 



weighed at Vernon, the nearest raihvay station — tipped the 

 scales at seventy-five pounds. After making absolutely certain 

 that the animal was dead, I hurried to the next barren, to find 

 by the tracks, as I had expected, that the female and cubs had 

 been feeding on the other carcass, and at the shooting had made 

 a hurried retreat from the neighborhood. It was midnight and 

 the air was filled with falling snow when we finally carried the 

 hide of the bear into camp. 



As it was getting late in the season, and a heavy snow was 

 liable to come without warning on this high plateau, we decided 

 to leave the country, and during the following day moved to 

 our former camp. Alphonse was glad to see us again, as another 

 grizzly was roaming in the vicinity, and had carried away one 

 of the several marten traps which he had scattered about the 

 country. Marten were fairly plentiful on the plateau, and he 

 had succeeded in trapping a number, but a persistent wolverine 

 visited the traps before Alphonse each morning and devoured 

 the animals which had been caught. The result of this was 

 that he only secured one whole marten-skin on the trip , and this 

 one was light-colored and not valuable. Two and a half days of 

 continual travelling from this camp brought us out to the rail- 

 road at Vernon. 



Seven years later, at the instigation of two of my friends, 

 Dell and another guide spent part of the summer on an explor- 

 ing trip, and reported a good grizzly country north of the Cana- 

 dian Pacific Railroad and Shuswap Lake. This eventually led 

 Howard Fuguet, C. M. Taintor, and the writer to descend from the 

 train at Salmon Arm toward the latter part of September, 1908, 

 to be met by Dell, two guides, a horse wrangler, and cook, with 

 a string of twenty saddle and pack horses. A twenty-five-mile 

 ride along the lake to Notch Hill, nearly a day spent in ferrying 

 the outfit to the opposite shore, and three days of emitting a 

 trail through brush and alders for the pack-train, brought us 

 into the hunting country. Late one afternoon we made our 



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