Forest 
VOL. LXXXIII. 
and Stream 
December 19, 1914 
No. 25 
Sheep and 
You Who Want to 
The way in which Manson led us on that stalk, 
and in fact on all stalks that he undertook, was 
nothing short of uncanny. He 'brought us out 
after fully a five mile hike directly on top of 
the rams, and but for the overzealousness of Jim 
we would have had thirty yard shots at the rams 
standing, but Jim, seeing them first, grunted and 
pointed over the cliff, showing himself to the 
rams. In less time than it takes to tell we were bom¬ 
barding for all we were worth, with the rams 
on a dead run. My particular bete noire was 
an old ram with horns like a tree; well, this old 
fellow could run, and did. I was shooting in 
front of him, over him and everywhere but the 
right spot. At the same time I could hear Pop 
and Uebe banging away above me, and Manson 
yelling, “rest and take your time!” but no rams 
falling. I saw the back of one disappearing 
over a ridge and fired, the hindquarters gave a 
sudden lurch up in the air, and the ram disap¬ 
peared. Pop was yelling, “I got one,” and the 
balance of the rams were well out of range. 
When we came to look over the damage we 
found that U£be had gotten a beauty measuring 
15% inches at the base of the horns and 34 
inches on the sweep, while the rams Pop and I 
shot turned out to be one and the same, he hav¬ 
ing hit the animal in the neck and I in the 
middle of the hindquarters. As my first he 
was a large one, and this one about the size of 
Pop’s, it was wished on me without ado. We 
had the rams skinned out and were back in 
camp by 11:30. There was great rejoicing by 
Creekwah as we brought in a new lot of good, 
strong mutton tallow for the frying pan. 
Any sort of decent shooting on our part would 
have had our licenses filled, but something seemed 
to be wrong. While we were complaining of 
our poor shooting we looked up and there in 
plain sight on the opposite mountain were three 
different bands of sheep with rams in all of them. 
The balance of the day was passed in loafing 
about camp. 
Our evening was passed rather quietly, as we 
found a good climb in the mountains had us in 
shape to ‘“hit the hay” about 7 :30. 
As usual, the next morning we were up with 
the moon, and were in the midst of our friend, 
the tin basin, when Manson, as ever on the alert, 
called, “Come on, Mr. Pop, there’s a big ram on 
the flat below us—get a hustle.” Pop grabbed 
his gun, and off he went partially dressed (any¬ 
one knowing Pop’s care in preparing his toilet 
even when on the trail, can appreciate the ex¬ 
citement under which he was laboring). We' 
we waited, watch in hand, and after fifty-five 
Goat In British Columbia / . 
Know About British Columbia Sports Must Study This 
By W. N. Beach. 
With Photographs by the Author. 
(Concluded from last week.) 
minutes a shot rang out, then another, followed 
by silence. “Oh, he got him alright,” said Uebe. 
“No, him miss; ram he run ’way,” said Jim, who 
just then climbed down to the camp from a 
knoll where he has been spying. “Three Yala- 
kan* and Schuloppst run,” Jim further volun¬ 
teered. 
* Indian for ewe. f Indian for ram. 
We started in on breakfast and were wonder¬ 
ing what really had happened, when Jim, climb¬ 
ing from his lookout again remarked, “Him and 
Bill coming; got big Schitlopps.” 
Pop came into camp, his face aglow and a self- 
satisfied twinkle in his eye, followed by Manson 
with the trophy. We finally finished our breakfast, 
and as it was then but eight o’clock’ decided we 
could all go out for deer, while Uebe still had 
another ram to get. Upon comparing notes in 
the evening we found that the day had been 
fruitless with Uebe and me, while Pop had seen 
several bands of sheep, all with rams. 
We concluded that evening to hit the trail for 
goat country in the morning, much to Manson’s 
The Author’s First Goat. 
disgust, as he wanted that sixth ram worse than 
Uebe did. 
Our next five days were ones of hardships; 
hard work and discomfort being the order of the 
day, a new camp every evening after dark in 
impossible camping grounds, rustling horses and 
packing up in the morning before daylight after 
a wretched night's sleep, then pushing through 
hard all day and this in a very high altitude 
above timber line in the snow and among 
glaciers, was not conducive to creating good 
nature. 
The Indians had assumed a sullen manner, hav¬ 
ing taken on the habit of whistling by the hou- 
on just one note which gradually became mono¬ 
tonous and finally got on our nerves, then again 
Manson was bemoaning the fact that we had but 
five rams. 
In the afternoon of our second day Manson 
spied a goat and I was off with him to -get it. 
Before starting, special instructions were given 
Jim as to the exact spot to camp, in the bowl 
on top of the “Red Mountain.” 
It was a merry little chase, I was led by 
Manson that day, down one mountain, up an¬ 
other, then down into a valley which we fol¬ 
lowed up stream some two miles, and then a 
climb some 3,000 ft., a scramble around a needle- 
pointed shaft of rock covered with ice and snow 
with nothing below us but space, when suddenly 
loomed up our friend Bill. It was my first sight 
of a Rocky Mountain goat at large in the moun¬ 
tains at close range, and I can’t say I was great¬ 
ly impressed; he was a huge animal and was 
standing on another shaft of rock about 75 yards 
away. His head was close to the ground and 
his white shaggy coat shone out like an iceberg 
glistening in the sun. I lost but .little time get¬ 
ting in action, and as Manson had told me that 
goats were some tough, I kept on plugging him 
until he dove head first off the peak. 
The question then was how to get him. Man- 
son said he w r uld go down to the valley, the 
way we came, *1 then climb up to the goat, 
while I looked down at the creek, and concluded 
my only chance of getting to the goat was to 
go over the cliff, as I knew I would never climb 
that mountain again if I went down to the creek. 
Over I went and worked down to where the goat 
lay. Manson, after a time, appeared, climbing 
up the mountain. Upon his arrival it took but 
a short time before we had the goat skinned 
out and were on our way to locate the camp. 
We had but little difficulty in going down the 
mountain we were on, but when we came to go 
up “Red Mountain” things were different, as it 
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