June, 1920 
FOREST AND STREAM 
297 
T HE next morning while Temp was 
getting breakfast, I went out to 
where the cougars were and skinned 
them, and brought both of the hides into 
camp. After breakfast we got the horses 
up and each taking a saddle horse and 
two pack horses we started out to go and 
pack the bucks, I had killed, into camp. 
When we got to where they were we tied 
our horses up and went out toward Black 
Butte to hunt awhile before we went back, 
as we did not intend to move camp that 
day anyhow. We proceeded along for 
probably a mile and ran into a big huckle- 
berry patch and, of course, the first hard 
work we had to do was to fill up on ber- 
ries. We had not been there long, how- 
ever, when the dogs commenced to work 
around through the patch, now and then 
giving a bark, and in a short time we 
heard them going around the side of 
Black Butte opening right along. We 
knew what it was now — we had run into 
Bruin’s patch of berries, and the dogs 
were hot on his trail. We listened until 
they went entirely out of hearing, then we 
hurried back to the horses and loading up 
the deer started for camp, reaching there 
about noon. We hung the deer up and 
turned the horses loose to eat while we 
got dinner and then we took a saddle 
horse apiece and racked out to hunt the 
dogs up. We went out across big Elk’s 
Prairie and across Butte Creek; and away 
around the side of old Mt. Pitt for miles, 
but found no dogs, and had come back to 
camp disappointed. I told Temp that we 
would get up early the next morning and 
go west to the top of Round mountain 
and from there we could hear in nearly 
all directions, and if we didn’t hear them 
we would have to come back to camp and 
go up by Fish lake and over towards 
the Lake of the Woods, for I knew they 
had him somewhere. Temp was up the 
next morning before daylight and had the 
fire going, • as he was anxious to be off. 
We did not take any horses, as I knew it 
was pretty rough and it would be better 
to go on foot; so we started out, and I 
could hardly keep up with Temp. He was 
so eager to get up to * he top of that hill. 
Well, we got up there at last, and I sat 
down to rest and listen but we did not 
hear a sound, although we were high up 
and could see all over the surrounding 
country for miles in every direction. I 
could see that Temp was terribly disap- 
pointed and I was at a loss co know what 
to do, but I was thinking mighty fast. 
It suddenly dawned on my mind that per- 
haps the dogs had been at the tree so 
long that they were not barking very 
■often and I told Temp so. “Well,” he 
said, “what are we going to do about it?” 
“I am going to blow the horn,” I said, 
“and if Trailer is in hearing of it, he 
will bark.” “Go to it,” says Temp; so I 
nut the horn up and gave it a long, loud 
blast, and waited. Before the sound 
died away, I heard Trailer’s “bow, waw, 
waw,” away off down the mountain. If 
you have ever lost anything that was pre- 
cious to you and had given it up and 
then had suddenly found it, nerhaps you 
can realize the joy I felt when I heard 
that well-known bark. Temp was liter- 
ally wild: he jumped straight up and 
jerked his hat off and yelled like a Corn- 
Trailer — a wonderful bear dog 
manche Indian. I cautioned him to be 
careful for if the bear should happen to 
get scared and come down the tree we 
would have a hard fight on our hands and 
maybe a long chase. He cooled down now, 
and I blew the horn again. They were 
listening for it this time, and they heard 
it, for they both began barking furious- 
ly. We started down now and I could 
hardly restrain Temp, he was so anxious 
to get there, but I held him back and 
after traveling about a mile we were 
close enough to see the dogs as the timber 
was open. We kept behind some trees 
until we got right up close, then walked 
up under the tree where the dogs were, 
which set them wild and they fairly raved. 
The bear was there sure enough, a great 
big old brown one, up about fifty feet, 
lying out on a limb looking down as un- 
concerned as if he knew he was perfectly 
safe. I told Temp we had better both 
shoot, as the dogs had been there a long 
time; and we wanted him out of there as 
quickly as possible. We selected a good 
place to shoot from, and I drew a bead 
on his head and Temp behind the shoulder 
and we both fired. Over he went and 
came crashing down through the limbs, 
breaking several of them off, and down on 
the ground dead. The dogs piled in on 
him and I let them yank him around until 
they were satisfied to quit. I now started 
Temp home after the horses, and stayed 
back and skinned the bear and got him 
ready to pack, as he was too big for one 
horse to pack, and had to be cut up. 
Temp made the trip in due time and 
brought back meat for the dogs, and din- 
ner for ourselves. 
The dogs were awfully hungry and it 
certainly was good to see them eat. We 
got home in time to skin the deer and fix 
them all up so we could get them as we 
came back, for we intended to go on to 
the Fish Lake camp the next morning. 
N OW I will tell you how we did this, as 
it might be of benefit to you some- 
time. We spread down a large sheet 
in a nice shady place, then spread the deer 
skins down with the flesh side up, and 
placed the meat on these. After salting 
it, we covered it all over with the sheet 
and left it there. I found out that in the 
mountains the best way to keep meat 
fresh is to roll it up in a sheet, and let it 
remain in a cool shady place right on the 
ground. The next morning we packed up 
and went over to Fish lake. Here was 
one of the loveliest places in the moun- 
tains ; the water in the lake being as clear 
as crystal, and you could see the fish 
swimming all around. The first hard 
work we did was to go out fishing after 
we got camp established and horses 
turned out on the prairie, which was cov- 
ered with high grass. I walked out on a 
big log, which extended into the water for 
30 or 40 feet, and threw in my hook, and 
in less time than it takes to tell it I had 
hauled out a fine trout, fifteen inches long. 
I stood right there until I had caught 21 
fish and hardly a one under twelve 
inches. I went to camp now, and started 
up a fire to get dinner. While I was 
cleaning the fish Temp came in and he was 
highly elated when he found I only had 
21, as he had over thirty, and made the 
remark that I could beat him hunting, but 
he could put it over on me fishing. We 
surely had more than we could eat right 
away. I told Temp he could take the dogs 
and go over towards the Lake of the 
Woods and he might catch a bear, as it 
was a great place for huckleberries, and 
the bear were pretty sure to be there. 
This suited Temp exactly, for nothing 
pleased him better than to get out into 
the woods with Trailer, all by himself. 
I laid off that afternoon and cleaned 
the fish, and as luck would have it I had 
about as much excitement as Temp did, 
without even going out of sight of camp. 
I took the fish down to the edge of the 
lake and laid them down on the grass and 
was busy cleaning them when all at once 
I saw the horses, which were up in the 
prairie, begin to stir around with their 
heads up looking and then turn, and all 
come dashing down towards camp. There 
were some trees that obscured my view, so 
I walked up that way a few steps, and I 
saw a large buck coming across the 
prairie towards the lake on a dead run. 
I turned and ran back to camp as fast as 
I could and secured my gun and started 
back but before I got to the edge of the 
timber he had plunged into the lake and 
swam across and was just going out on 
the other side. Just then I saw two 
big gray wolves come tearing along on 
his track like a streak. I did not show 
myself until they had plunged into the 
lake, then I ran as fast as I could up 
along the edge of the lake, and when 
they saw me, they made frantic efforts to 
get to the shore on the other side, before 
I could get opposite, but they could not 
make it as fast as I could run. One of 
them was several yards a^ead of the 
other, and when I erot to where I wanted 
to shoot from I waited a little until the 
head one got to the bank of the lake, 
which was narrow harp, pat over one hun- 
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