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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[May 22, 1909. 
THE CHAMPIONS’ CHOICE 
THE 
Fourth Southern Handicap 
won by 
S. L. Dodds, of Hickman, Ky., with 94 out of 100. 
The Preliminary Handicap 
Tied for by John Livingston, Springville, Ala., and Woolfolk 
Henderson, Lexington, Ky., with 92 out of 100. 
Mr. Livingston won on the shoot off. 
GENERAL AVERAGES 
Fred Gilbert, - _ _ 327 out of 340 
C. O. Le Compte, - - 325 out of 340 
W. H. Heer, _ _ _ 323 out of 340 
All the above gentlemen used 
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for presently we found a big lion feeding on 
a deer that he had killed, but when the lion 
heard the dogs and saw us he left the deer and 
ran like a yellow streak through the tall pines, 
and the dogs ran after him. We four galloped 
like fury, but he was too swift for us, and we 
lost sight of him for a while. 
Then we heard the dogs baying far off, and 
we rode to the sound, and there we found them. 
The lion had fled over the edge of the mesa 
where it breaks down for thousands of feet 
toward the Rio Grande, and where also the lion 
had climbed up into a pinon tree and was snarl¬ 
ing down at the dogs who were baying below. 
We left our horses up above, as the ground was 
so broken, and with our lassoes in our hands 
we went close to the tree. First of all the In¬ 
dian talked to his brother in the tree and begged 
his pardon for what we were going to do, but 
his brother in the tree only gnashed his teeth 
at him and snarled louder. Then the Indian 
went nearer and showed him a little charm that 
he took from his pouch—the figure of a lion 
chipped out of flint, quite small, like a seal, 
which he carried tied to a flint arrowhead, but 
the charm only made the lion swear worse than 
before. 
“Now,” said I to the Indian, “let me charm 
him. No charm like a lasso.” I could not 
throw my lasso at him there in the pinon, though 
he was only about fifteen feet up, because of the 
branches in the way. but I went to an arroyo 
near by and got a long forked stick from a 
quakenasp tree, and with that I went to the 
foot of the pinon and began to climb up it 
while the others shouted to distract him. When 
I had got high enough I made the noose of the 
lasso quite small, and with the long stick I tried 
to put it over the lion’s head, but he struck at 
it with his paw and pushed it away. However, 
it made him climb further out where the bough 
became weaker. Then I went out after him 
and tried again, and the thin part of the bough 
was so unsteady that he could not spare a paw 
to strike with, and suddenly I managed to slip 
the noose over his head. Instantly I dropped 
the other end to my son Mauricio below, and 
he ran in and tied it round the ba^e of the tree, 
and I arranged the middle of the lasso over 
the thick part of the bough and poked up the 
lion with the stick till at last he made a leap 
to get out of the tree and fell down scrabbling 
through the branches, and the lasso brought him 
up short, so that he hung by _ the neck about 
three feet from the ground. His fore and hind 
paws were beating the air like the arms of a 
windmill, but my sons rushed in with their 
lassoes and caught him by the feet as if he had 
been a bull in the corral. 
Then I slipped very quickly down the tree 
and untied my lasso from the base of it before 
the lion was quite choked to death, but he was 
struggling so hard still that I took a turn of 
the rope round the tree and gave that end to 
the Indian to hold while I made him safe. The 
Hon was now choked nearly senseless, and he 
drew his breath very loud and hard, so I slacked 
the noose a little with a stick that he might not 
die. Then my sons with their lassoes held his 
feet tight while I took my knife and, with the 
help of a hard oak stick, I cut his claws quite 
short, one by one, and I put the oak stick as 
a gag between his jaws and fastened on a raw- 
hide muzzle I had brought for the purpose, and 
also a strong raw-hide collar round his neck. 
Then I tied his four legs all together as we tie 
a sheep’s, and there lay the wild lion of the 
mountains as helpless as a sheep. 
After that we took a strong pole of quakenasp 
and slung the lion to it, and carried it up to 
where we had left the horses on top of the mesa, 
and then the Indian went back to Cochiti and 
brought for us a big bull’s hide, and we laid 
the lion, all tied and bound as he was, on the 
hide and we fastened our lassoes to the edge 
of it and drew him over the mesa as if on_ a 
sledge. So we fetched him down to Cochiti, 
where all the family of the Mokatsh Hanutsh, 
the lion’s brothers, patted him and made their 
peace with him according to the forms of their 
superstition, but many of them were afraid of 
the whole matter, for they feared bad luck if 
they sent away their brother to the country of 
