i)EC. 4, 1897.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
44B 
Aaron and I had camped that way before a good many 
times, we thought so too. 
Eariy the next morning, after a hearty breakfast, we 
got into the dug-out, with dog, rifles and camera, and 
started for the head of the lake, two or three miles dis- 
tant from camp. Just as we rounded the last point before 
reaching the head of the lake, I saw a white-tail doe 
standing on the shore nibbling at some brush, with her 
stern toward us. I motioned Aaron to stop paddling and 
whispered to Joe to see the deer. He was holding the 
rifles and T the dog. Just at that moment the doe looked 
up and, as deer always will, looked over her shoulder and^ 
of course saw us. She turned partly around, gazed at us 
for a moment and was gone; thus Joe had seen his first 
wild deier. 
A few minutes niore of paddling brought us to the head 
of the lake. The weather had turned colder and clouded 
over, so we left the camera at the boat, and each man set 
out for himself to get a deer. I struck up the mountains, 
thinking there might be some blacktail there. 
After going some 500yds., I struck the trail of five or sis 
deer that had been along the day before, and were work- 
ing along the side of the mountain, going east. 
Thinking they might be in or just across the ravine to 
-my right, I decided to go up a little higher, cross and then 
come down the other side. 
As I went about 200yds. further I struck the largest 
Rocky Mountain goat track 1 had ever seen, and I haVe 
seen qnit/i a good many, too. 
To use an expression commonly used here, "It looked as 
though a caw had lain down," every time it stepped. The 
track was fresh, going east along the side of the mountain 
The snow Was about Cin. deep, and the more I looked at 
the track the more I desired to have that goat, if possible. 
I followed his track to the edge of the ravine, and there I 
could see he had gone across to the other side and on 
around a point of rocks, so I kept Straight on up the ravine 
about 400yds. 
1 calculated then to work up to the rocks on my right 
and come in above him, but before starting to climb up 
further I sat down to eat lunch and figure as to where 
1 would find that goat. 
I had eaten about half the lutich when I heard soiue 
small tocks rolling down in a little draw to the right, 
which 1 could not see into. The dog kept looking up that 
Way^ so 1 suspicioned that my goat had seen me and 
climbed up on the rocks above, though I could not see him. 
In a few minutes my suspicions were confirmed by see- 
ing three goats appear abote ihe, and at least 600yds. 
a,way, almost stl-aieht up. They looked down at me, and 
tnen walked along that rocky ridge very complacently, 
stopping occasionally to look at me. I suppose they ima- 
gined themselves as safe as a fool-hen does when it flies 
from the ground and lights on a Umb 10 or 15ft. over your 
head, and cocks one eye down at you. I watched them as 
they moved slowly along, until they came to where the 
ridge ended in a peak, which rose some 300ft. straight up. 
There they stopped, and two lay down while the old ram 
Stood up, looking down at me occasionally, but he seemed 
contented. 
I hardly knew what to do; i didn't think it policy to cross 
over and follow up the same ridge they had gone up, as 
they could get down either side. I decided that taking 
the draw to the left would shut me out of their view, and 
enable me to get above them. Then by going to the left 
of the pinnacle, I could work around and get close to them. 
The snow was deeper as I ascended, and was knee-deep 
when the summit was reached; and to my chagrin the 
tnbuntain was so steep on the other side that I could not 
get around. 
_ I then had to go back some 200yds. and work to the 
right, under the backbone of the mountain and across the 
head of the ravine which carne out on a level with where 
I sa-W the goats last. By this time it was quite late, and 
What was done must be done in a hurry. I worked along 
on a shelf of rock untU I came to a point where I could 
get no further. Here I expected to see the goat close on 
the other side. I craned my neck as far as I could, and 
was rewarded by seeing a horn, an eye and about half the 
face of a goat which seemed to be in about the same posi- 
tion that I was in, and trying to see what was making the 
noise behind those peaks, for occasionally a small rock 
would slip under my feet and go rolling down the moun- 
tain. The wind blew hard and it was so cold that my mit- 
tens were frozen stiff, and as I had to take them off to 
Shoot, it was a poor chance to shoot well; but it was the 
only show, so I shot, and missed of course. I loaded as 
quick as I could and tried it again, for the goat was in the 
same position. That shot was closer than the first, as the 
goat got out of there, and I could hear it scrambling up 
some rocks to the left, but I couldn't see him. I went 
back a few yards and down on another shelf which led to 
where the goat stood; not seeing anything there I scrambled 
back up where the goat had climbed, thus coming upon 
the same ridge that the goats went upon. On looking 
down the ridge I saw two goats working their way down, 
the "big billy" and a smaller one. They were about 
ISOyds. away. As I pulled up to shoot they stopped, the 
small one was in the lead, and as it turned partly around to 
look at me, I shot. It wheeled quickly and ran down the 
ridge, the big goat following. I tried to get a running 
shot at the big one, but could not, as the ground was so 
uneven. 
They ran about 75yds. and disappeared behind some 
rocks. I waited a full minute for ttiem to come out; as I 
could see all the country around there they couldn't get 
away without my seeing them. I soon came to the con- 
clusion that the small one must be dead, and the big goat 
was close by. I started down and had gone but a few 
steps when the big goat emerged some distance below the 
rock and walked across a little sag in the ridge. When 
he got to the top I shot, and at the crack of the rifle he 
jumped down the other side and was out of sight. It was 
a broadside shot at a distance of 200yds., as nearly as I 
could judge. I then went down to where I had shot at 
the other, and saw that I had hit it. I followed the trail 
and found it a few yards from where I had seen it last, 
lying dead on a wedge-shaped rock about 20ft. above the 
sag where the big goat had crossed. The bullet had en- 
tered just in front of the shoulder and ranged toward the 
stern. I pushed it off the rock, then went down to see 
what had become of the billy. I saw he was hit, but was 
afraid the bullet had struck too far back. I could see his 
trail down the mountain on the left-hand side for 200ydB., 
then it disappeared. 
As it was growing dark, I knew I would have to hurry 
to get off the rocks before it grew too dark, and I did not 
care to camp all night on top of the mountain. So I struck 
out for camp, and just did get off those rocks by dark. I 
went on down through the fallen timber, reaching the 
lake about two hours after dark. .Joe and Aaron had got 
tired of waiting, and had paddled back to camp. I walked 
along the shore, and got to camp about two hours later, 
tired and hungry. After supper we talked over the events 
of the day. .Toe had seen no game by noon, so he went 
back to the lake and took some photos. Aaron had shot 
three blue grouse, and thus ended the day. 
The next morning we struck out early, and paddled to 
the head of the lake. Ileft my rifle; Joe took his rifle 
and I the camera; then we went up the mountain to the 
scene of the goat hilut. We got up there about noon, 
took a picture of the goat and surroundings, then pro- 
ceeded to skin the game, taking the head and feet also. 
The head we shall have mounted, as it is a good specimen 
of the fernale. The feet are to be made into a footstool; 
the hide into a rug. 
We then started after the "billy," which we found about 
400yds. down the other side of the mountain. He was 
lying down; but looking at us. Joe took a shot, but shot 
over him; and before he could reload the goat got up and 
disappeared over the rock on which he had been lying. 
We worked our way down carefully, and could see his 
trail for a few yards and no more, so we thought he must 
be somewhere close by. 
Seeing where his trail went around under a rock, we 
got down very cautiously on that rock, and on looking 
down, saw him not over 20ft. away. Joe shot him through 
the head, and put him out of misery. 
We were going to take a photo of him, but the weather 
was so squally just then that Joe couldn't make a success 
of it. We rolled him down the mountain, and followed as 
best we could. On reaching the foot, we skinned out the 
game. By this time it was 4 P. M., and there was no 
chance of making camp that night, as it would be dark in 
an hour, aiid we were on the opposite sirie of the mountain 
from camp. Joe shouldered the big goat hide, while I 
took the smaller one together with the camera and rifle, 
and we started for the second lake, which is three miles 
above the head of the first lake. It grew pitch dark on us 
before we were witnin a mile of the lake, so that we could 
travel no further over ttie windfalls and through the 
brush, and we had to camp. We broke some dry brush 
and started a fire, and put in the whole night breaking 
more brush to keep it going, the ground being so steep 
that there was no chance to lie down. 
It was a tough experience for a starter, but Joe stood it 
like an old-timer, and said: "A man who would hunt 
goats at this time of year must expect to get the worst of 
it." 
Morning came at last, and after taking up about four 
holes in our belts, we shouldered packs and made the 
second lake in an hour, and kept working on down until 
we came to the head of the first lake, where we had left 
the dug-out. 
Great was our joy to find the boat where we had left it 
the day before. We threw in our packs and headed for 
camp, which we reached in a short time. 
Aaron had a pot of beans cooked, some grouse fried and 
coffee made, and we "went at it." Joe said it was the 
best meal he had ever ate in his life. 
That afternoon we started back to the foot of the lake. 
Aaron Went down to his camp to get a horse and come 
back the next morning to pack out our baggage. 
Joe and I fixed up camp for the night, made a good bed 
of pine boughs, and having plenty of blankets, we slept 
better than we would have slept on our spring beds at 
hotue — far different from the night previous, anyway. 
About iin. of snow fell that night. 
Aaron came back about 9:30 with the pack-horse. He 
saw two deer along the trail, but didn't have his rifle 
with him. 
He was in a hurry to get back the same day, so we 
hustled around and got back to the main camp at 12:.30. 
The rest of the day was spent in fixing up our goat hides 
and helping the boys get ready for an early start the next 
morning. They were off at daylight with "their pack out- 
fits. Joe and I agreed to stay until they came back, and 
see what we could do with the white-tails. There was just 
snow enough to see the tracks. 
The snow was almost as wet as rain when it fell, and 
had frozen, making still-hunting impossible. Joe hunted, 
until noon, seeing nothing like game he went back to 
camp and took some photos around camp. I stayed with 
the white-tail until nearlv night, and had one of those ex- 
periences that makes a fellow feel as if he were sent for 
and couldn't come, having seen four deer at different 
times during the day, and only a flash each time; not 
enough to shoot at. 
I began to think I had lost my "grip" on the white-tail 
altogether, when suddenly I saw a buck coming on a trot 
alpngthe side hill below me and about 40yds. away. Evi- 
dently he was on a doe's track. I pointed my rifle at a 
little opening, calculating to shoot when the "deer passed 
through it; but he stopped just before he got there, and I 
could just see his hips, the rest of him being behind some 
fir-trees. I kept the open space covered, as he would only 
have to take a step or two to reach the open space. But 
he didn't come out, so I took my eye off the sights to see 
what had become of him, when he gave a snort and went 
down the hill like a cyclone, keeping the bunch of trees 
between us so that I could not get a shot. 
I decided it was not my day out, and feeling blue went 
to camp. The next day we tried it again. Joe had the 
same luck as before, except that he took in a couple of 
partridges. My luck was better, for I shot a two-year-old 
doe which was very fat. 
The next morning I caught up an old stand-by pack- 
horse, Pedro, and then we started after the doe, Joe taking 
his rifle. 
We packed the doe on to the old horse and started 
back. We got nearly to the creek, when a young buck 
jumped across the creek and ran through a little opening. 
Joe was behind the horse, and I spoke to him to shoot 
that deer. He could not see the deer from where he was, 
so he ran up the creek bank. As luck would have it, the 
buck stopped when he reached the timber. Joe sh-jt, and 
away went the buck. The way he ran and the noise he 
made as he went through the bush, showed plainly that 
the buck was hard hit. We went to where the buc'k had 
stood when Joe shot; found hair and blood from the first 
jump. Following up about 60yds. we found the buck, 
dead. Pirst we looked for the bullet hole, and found it 
just where it should have been — close behind the shoul- 
der and through the heart. We dressed him and paced 
the distance shot, and found it was 102 paces. Not a bad 
shot, you will say, nor any chance for the buck ague to 
win, either. .Joe said it was all done so quick that he 
hadn't time to think of buck ague. 
We loaded both deer, a pretty heavy load, on old Pedro, 
and tied up the hackamorerope and started him for camp, 
while Joe and I followed behind; two happier beings 
would have been hard to ffnd. 
On arriving at camp Joe took a snap-shot at the deer on 
the pack horse, and there being some large yellow ponies 
in the background it made a fine picture. 
We soon had a fire going in the fire-place and dinner 
progressing rapidly. In about an hour the Long Brothers 
came in and horses loaded with over l,200lbs. of supplies, 
which they think will last them until next May. The 
rest of the day was spent in getting ready for our trip 
home. The next morning we left, atl;er promising the 
boys we would come back this winter when the snow- 
shoeing was good and bring the camera with us, and take 
some winter scenes. 
We crossed the river and went to the Coal Camp, then 
went on to Coal Creek Park and camped. There was a 
trapper camped there with whom we stopped that night. 
He had several marten, a lynx and three bear, the result . 
of his falls catch. The next morning we moved on home- 
ward. 
The trail Was rough, having frozen hard since we came 
up. Our progress was necessarily slow; but we were in no 
rush, so it didn't make any difference. 
That night we camped under a large spruce tree, not 
thinking it necessary to put up the tent, as the night was 
clear. The next day we reached Columbia Falls by 
3 P. M., and went on down to the ranch, five miles below, 
where we arrived in due time, found everything all O.K., 
as we left them. 
Thus ended our two weeks' trip. We didn't get much 
game, as you see, but enough. I never could see the ob- 
ject in trying how much game one could kill in a certain 
length of time. But there are people who kill all the game 
they possibly can. Yet they are not true sportsmen in my 
estimation. Joe and I are going to take another hunt 
about Dec. 1 and see if we can get two or three whitetail 
to mix with the fat pig for our winter's meat. Bert. 
CHICKEN SHOOTIIMG WITH THE 
APOSTLES. 
I WAS in Minnesota this fall, where I had gone to get rid 
of St. Louis weather and incidentally do a little shooting. 
Soon after my arrival a trainer came back from the Mani- 
toba trials, and sent me a kind invitation to come out and 
shoot over the dogs he had in training, as I had, for the 
first time in my life, gone hunting without a dog. I felt 
awkward, driving off across the prairie with nothing but a 
gun and some plain provisions, but when I arrived at the 
trainer's temporal y stopping place and saw a two-horse 
spring wagon, crated and roofed like a stock car and liter- 
ally crowded with dogs, my feelings improved. Think of 
going a-shooting with a wagon load of dogs and a field- 
trial trainer to handle them! Albeit, a barrel of water to 
water them with, and you to do all the shooting! For, 
during the time I hunted with him, he left his gun at 
home and attended strictly to business, which with him, 
I soon observed, was the training (not breaking) of dogs. 
It was the first time I had ever seen a simon-pure dog 
trainer at work, and as I reflected how interesting it all 
was, and how many Foeest and Stream readers there- 
might be to whom the sight would be equally novel and 
interesting, I tried to remember what happened. It must 
be said by way of preface that the dogs he had run in the 
trials, and some others wanted for this season's chicken 
shooting, had taken the most of his attention, and the 
dogs he was now starting in to work with in earnest were 
partly trained only. He said they were within a month 
of being trained. 
We started across the prairie, and had driven our re- 
spective equipages side by side to within gunshot of a 
stubble, when Spark struck a faint scent. We stoijped, 
and A. got down among the three dogs at once, I follow- 
ing at his suggestion, slipping a couple of shells in my gun 
as I did so; and reflecting with a slight feeling of regret 
that my old Parker had not been cleaned since last spring, 
when 1 won the little gold medal (not so all-fired little 
either) for keeps with a straight score, and then lost the 
$400 medal (which Mrs. Kennedy said was too big to wear, 
anyhow) by having four birds in succession fall just about 
2ft. over the wire. Spark trailed to the stubble and 
pointed, the little black and white pointer backing nicely, 
and Matthew coming in on the swing, quickly stopping to 
a point. A. walked quietly among them, and patted them 
and spoke to them almost in a whisper. A single bird 
rose and I killed it, after having made that imperceptible 
pause which one has to learn to make in order not to teai^' 
chickens to pieces. Spark dropped, the pointer stopped, 
and Matthew made a start forward, which was checked by 
a sharp ''toho!" but which was still uttered in that, to me, 
surprising conversational tone. Spark was a second- 
season dog, and had been taught, by means of the choke- 
collar, to retrieve, which he did at command in a perfect 
manner, after which the dead bird was shown to the timid 
pointer and the frivolous Matthew, who made much of it, 
and who were made much of by their trainer the while. 
Sent on, they made game in the stubble, and two more 
birds flushed wild, one of which I shot at and which went 
g}-rating off to the other side of the grass hill, flicker 
fashion, where he went down with a pitch. 
Shortly after this A, got down again from his seat on 
the roof of his wagon and watered the three dogs and put 
two of them in the wagon, leaving Matthew still out; and 
let out the Fargo dog and Luke, together with a liver-col- 
ored pointer, full grown. This last-mentioned dog went 
off like the wind and was soon hard to see. He is the 
kind of dog corresponding to a "rogue" elephant. He had 
been well trained by some one, sold to a stranger and had 
then taken to flushing, and had been sent to A. for re- 
training. He had two dogs of this class on hand when I 
was there. The other was a beautiful orange and white 
setter — a fine ranger, good nose, perfectly staunch on a 
point, but who had become, in the hands of his then 
owner, not simply a shot breaker, but a shot bolter. He 
not only ran in when the birds rose, but chased them out 
