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HUNTING WESTERN CARIBOU 
seemed to be well pleased with their trip. 
They had one particularly fine head, with 
thirty-two points. We made camp here for 
the night. 
In the morning we found it had snowed 
during the night, so decided to stay for one 
day before moving on to Bald Butte. We 
took our rifles and struck out for a recon- 
noissance and returned to camp without 
game, but well satisfied that there were 
caribou and deer in abundance in this 
locality. 
Bald Butte is fifteen miles back from the 
summit, and on our way thither the follow- 
ing day we saw all kinds of game tracks and 
caribou sign. We made the Bog Lake 
Meadows in time to make camp before dark 
and fix things up in shipshape for a week’s 
Stay. 
Thomas Norris and Guy Thomas, of 
Lumby, were expected up in a few days, so 
we just knocked around and spent the time 
fishing in the various lakes in the vicinity 
and hunting rabbits and 
grouse, till the 24th. Then 
we moved back to Fish 
Hawk Lake, getting our first 
deer on the way. We were 
going along nicely when Bill, 
who was ahead, held up his 
hands, meaning a halt. Of 
course we knew he had sight- 
ed game and kept mum. 
““Crack!”’ went the .25-35, 
and a fine buck jumped out 
of a patch of bushes. Bill 
shot again and we had deer 
meat. The buck was soon 
loaded up and we were once 
more under way, arriving at 
Fish Hawk Lake in good 
time to enjoy a trout supper 
by daylight. 
The following morning was 
fine and clear, so George and 
I took a stroll around for 
exercise, when who should 
we spy but our friends Nor- 
ris and Thomas coming up. 
We all made back for camp 
and packed up and moved 
to Caribou Meadow near 
Eight Mile Creek. Then the Meese cama 
THE AUTHOR AND HIS SHARE OF THE CARIBOU 
next morning, Tom, Guy 
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and George went for a hunt, while Bill and I 
stayed to cut out a trail, so as to get to Eight 
Mile Creek cabin. We cut out the trail and 
got back to camp and I had supper under 
way when the boys came in, carrying a fine 
caribou head, which Norris had shot. 
After supper we sat around and smoked, 
and as sleep was out of the question, Norris 
proposed a barbecue. We fell upon a deer 
we had hanging up, cutting off the choice 
parts and soon had them over the fire—Tom 
took a roast of ribs, Bill and George each a 
dish of steaks and I tackled a tenderloin. 
Guy was long since in the land of Nod, so 
was ignorant of the impromptu feast until 
the morning, when he wanted to know what 
had happened to one of our deer. 
Getting the horses together we once more 
packed up and started for the cabin at Eight 
Mile Creek. On our arrival we fixed up the 
camp in good shape and then we went 
fishing, in a lake near at hand, and caught 
enough trout for a fine supper. 

