258 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
him down for Keeps. Even then he tried desperately to make his 
getaway, biting himself savagely as if furious that his legs should 
refuse to give him aid. 
After dressing him with a small pocket penknife, as I had left 
my hunting knife at camp, I set out for some nearby residents to 
borrow a horse with which to bring in my prize. Returning to the 
scene of my killing, I was confronted with the task of loading Mr. 
Bruin, a job which was by no means easy, as the bear was of such 
a size that standing upright alongside the pony its elbows lay over the 
horse’s back. Dressing three hundred pounds, it proved to be a heavy 
burden, but we finally made our way to camp wtihout mishap. 
The next morning, feeling so well over the previous day’s hunt, 
I concluded to try and bag a deer. So, starting in the direction of 
Brown’s Prairie, I soon came across the trail of a large buck. I 
followed it for about three miles and finally trailed him to his bedding 
place. He heard me approach and, leaping out of the brush, started 
across a little open space. I killed him the first shot and he also 
proved a fine specimen, a six-point mule buck deer. 
I have since this fortunate hunt bagged another six-point mule- 
deer, and as I have but one more tag to attach, I hope to hang 
it on another prize animal. Some people buy their hunting licenses 
just to hunt, but I get mine to tie on deer. Hunting may be fine 
sport, but without the result it is tasteless for me. There seems to 
be an abundance of game in the mountains this year, and I attribute 
it mostly to game protection. I am heartily in favor of game pro- 
tection and in sympathy with the strict enforcement of all game laws, 
as it means the only salvation of the finest sport in the world. 
IN CAMP 
Only a man in a forest green, 
Only a match that was dropped unseen, 
Only a flame, some leaves and wood, 
Only a waste where the forest stood. 
—George D. Pratt. 
* *« xX 
It is not all of fishing just to fish; 
The game bag tells not of the hunter’s sport. 
The poacher in mere numbers may delight; 
The sportsman’s joy is quite another sort. 
* * Ok 
Sportsman—“Good, you got him.” 
Amateur—“Yes, but I just wasted my ammunition; the fall would 
have killed him anyway. y 
oe, Raha 
“Jesus saith unto him (Peter) * * * go thou to the sea, and 
cast an hook, and take up the fish.”—Matthew 17-27. 
* ok 
Your grandfather hunted elk and buffalo until there were none. 
Your father hunted antelope and mountain sheep until there were 
none. ; 
You are hunting deer. There still are some. _ 
What do you want. your sons to hunt—rabbits? 
