
CATAMARAN STREAM-——THE HUNTERS SPENT A FEW DAYS HERE, BUT SAW ONLY COWS AND 
SPIKEHORNS 
horn swimming a stream. He feels that 
his lucky day is nearer, the forefinger on 
his right hand begins to twitch and bother 
him. A guide once told me that a sports- 
man had made him sit quiet and still for 
two long hours while he watched a cow 
moose and her calf, feeding in a marsh 
where tall grass, weeds and lily pads grew. 
“What do you think of him for a durn 
fool?” said the guide. ‘There he sat on 
a stump, like a statue, watchin’ them two 
splashin’ around and pokin’ their heads 
deep down into the muddy water for roots 
and herbs as if he was studyin’ their 
language and ways, and all the time we 
might have been on our hunt for a big 
bull!” I said nothing, but I thought a lot. 
I would like to meet that sportsman, for 
he must be a real woodsman. 
There are two popular and legitimate 
ways of hunting moose in New Brunswick, 
“calling” and ‘‘tracking.” The latter is 
considered by the majority superior; nor 
shallI gainsay them, for there can be nothing 
more thrilling or more sportsmanlike than 
to set out of a cold, crisp November day 
and plunge into the bare and desolate 
North woods, stripped now of their leafy 
garb, following the,‘tracks in the snow 
made, perhaps many hours before, by a 
wary old bull moose. Assuredly the 
largest heads are obtained in this wise. 
A slight knowledge of tracks enables the 
beginner to at once pick out the foot- 
prints of a bull; the tell-tale marks made 
by the antlers scraping the bark from the 
trees talk yet more eloquently, and so it is 
stealthily and craftily onward for the still- 
hunter until, if he has exercised proper 
caution, he comes upon the antlered object 
of his search. Never think for an instant 
that when you have struck the fresh tracks 
you may have been days in seeking that 
victory awaits you with open arms and that 
you are near the last chapter of the story. 
It is but the beginning. From then on to 
the end of the trail your real skill as a hunter 
is brought into play and if your education 
in the school of woodcraft is not a thorough 
one you are lost, or rather your moose is 
