Hunting the Giant Moose 



shooting at such a long distance was out of the 

 question, so I must regard it as an exceptionally 

 lucky shot which broke his leg. 



Hunter now signaled me to continue around the 

 hill, and I soon came upon the old fellow lying 

 down. I seated myself well within range, intend- 

 ing to catch my breath before shooting, when he 

 suddenly sprang to his feet and bounded down the 

 hill. I fired and missed, and started in pursuit. 

 Although a sheep with a broken leg finds it hard to 

 go up hill over rough ground, it is surprising how 

 fast they can go down hill or across the open. 



When this ram came to the base of the moun- 

 tain he started in a straight line across the table- 

 land, and led me a long chase before I ran him 

 down and shot him. He carried quite a pretty 

 head, measuring 13^2 inches around the butts and 

 32 inches along the curve. 



I had now reached the limit I had set on sheep, 

 and although I saw some later, I did not go after 

 them. 



It stormed hard all that night, and we woke the 

 next morning to another wet and dismal day. I, 

 therefore, determined to remain in camp, and was 

 mending my much-worn knickerbockers by the fire 

 when a moose was sighted on the mountain above 

 timber, making for the thick belt of alders. He 



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