Camping and Hunting in the Shoshofie 



three times at the same carcass ; and as we 

 could not induce him to come during day- 

 light, we had reluctantly to give him up. 

 After carefully examining the jaws of the 

 trap, which each time held a few gray, 

 coarse hairs, and such small traces of skin 

 as you see on a horse's curry-comb, we 

 came to the conclusion, and I think the 

 correct one, that the old fellow deliber- 

 ately sat down on the whole concern. 



My first grizzly was trapped on the 

 head-waters of the East Fork of the 

 Yellowstone, within some few miles of 

 a mountain called the Hoodoo. That 

 country is now too well known and too 

 much hunted to afford good sport ; a 

 blazed trail leads up to it from the park. 

 Travellers who want to see an elk are 

 almost invariably advised to go up there. 

 It is a sort of jumping- off place. None 

 of the park guides, I think I am correct 

 in saying, know how to get out of it un- 

 less by returning as they came; at least 

 they did not two or three years ago. In 

 1883 there was considerably more game 

 in that region than can be found there 

 now. Our party, the morning after get- 

 ting into camp, separated ; I went for 

 sheep on the high ground, for there was 

 plenty of sign, and my friend, taking an 



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