February, 1922 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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Trophies secured by Robert H. Rockwell, of the Brooklyn Museum Alaskan Expedition 
tents at the end of the lagoon three miles 
from Pavlof Mountain. The site was a 
good one, as water was handy and the 
tents were sheltered by a steep bluff. 
Active hunting started on the 11th day of 
May. At 3 o’clock in the afternoon we 
headed back toward camp, having sighted 
nothing except a few scattered bands of 
caribou, which grazed peacefully on the 
flats. We counted about seventy-five 
altogether and saw that the does and 
young bucks still carried their small ant- 
lers. Later on in the afternoon, Nick 
Creevden, my guide, sighted a bear four 
miles away, headed up over the moun- 
tain. Unfortunately it was too late in 
the day to follow, so we reluctantly went 
on to camp, which we reached at 7 
o’clock, hot, tired and hungry. 
CRIDAY, the 13th, was a lucky day. 
* Early morning found us hunting, and 
we had not been on the way an hour be- 
fore spying two bears, a female and one 
cub, about three miles off, climbing up a 
flat-topped knoll. We made haste and 
“mushed” along in the deep snow, over 
ravines and along steep, grass-covered 
ridges, finally climbing the immense snow 
field where we had last seen the bears. 
On reaching the top of the ridge we 
found heaps of volcanic ash and large 
flat rocks that completely obscured the 
trail. The bears had given us the slip. 
As we scanned the distant hillside with 
our glasses for snow patches that would 
show evidences of tracks, many little 
rocks assumed the form of Bruin. Two 
boulders in particular attracted our at- 
tention, but they seemed so immovable 
that we reluctantly gave up the hope that 
they might turn out to be the game we 
sought. A little later, however, Nick, 
once more casually turning his glasses on 
the suspicious-looking stones, curtly re- 
marked that the two boulders were really 
two bears. This was confirmed when the 
objects, which were first apart, came to- 
gether, and then we discovered their 
tracks in the snow. The animals were 
taking a noonday siesta on the snow not 
more than 150 yards from a rock-covered 
hill. From where we stood their posi- 
tion was about three miles away. Nick 
rolled and lit a cigarette, while I was for 
starting off at once on a run, but, heed- 
ing good advice, took it more easily, for 
it was evident, as the guide said, that 
Bruin was going to loll around that spot 
for some time. 
Travelling through slushy, snow-cov- 
ered bogs and over ridges of shifting 
shale, we came to within 250 yards of 
the bears, both still rolled up, sunning 
themselves in the snow. After a brief 
consultation it was decided that we re- 
trace our steps, circle around to the rear 
and work up closer behind some rocks. 
We soon reached this point, and, peeping 
over, Nick was surprised at not seeing 
the game. I knew for certain that they 
were behind the second hill, as I had 
marked the location carefully when we 
first sighted our quarry, and so we made 
another detour and crept up close to a 
rock about five feet high, and then, peer- 
ing' over the top, we discovered the cov- 
eted prizes. The female was sitting on 
her haunches. A glance at her massive 
head showed that she was indeed a very 
large bear. The cub was hidden, prob- 
ably lying behind her. This was the mo- 
ment well worth the long journey. The 
sensation of a lifetime ! A big bear 
within range ! 
I had previously agreed with the guide 
that if I failed to bring both bears to bag 
he was to shoot, but not unless it was 
plainly evident that they were getting 
away. Since my object was to collect a 
