MOUNTAIN-GOAT HUNTING 



cliff, fell down several times, and finally rolled down fifty feet, 

 where it remained a motionless white spot on the bright green 

 slope. A few minutes later four distant rifle-reports in quick 

 succession reached our ears. Then the two dark specks trav- 

 elled slowly along the mountain-side toward the goat. The 

 hunters reached camp about dark in a downpour, fetching the 

 head and hide of what proved to be a very large billy. They 

 reported having seen a bull moose feeding on the opposite side 

 of the canon. 



That evening, as moose seemed quite plentiful in this valley, 

 we decided to spend a few days in hunting them. During this 

 time we saw numerous goats on the cliffs above timber-line, 

 and, without actually hunting them, we shot five during the 

 next few days. As in other parts of British Columbia where I 

 hunted mountain-goats, the only difficulty in the chase is an 

 exhausting and often dangerous climb to get to them. After 

 the climb, if the hunter has patience, the killing resolves itself 

 into a shot at close -range, followed by a nerve and muscle 

 jarring descent of the mountain under the burden of a shaggy 

 white skin and head. 



