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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[June 13, 1908. 
while we had gotten to a point where we had 
nothing to fear from the wind betraying us, the 
herd had been feeding fast and had changed 
their direction, so that they were now going al¬ 
most directly away from us. We had a space of 
100 yards to cross that was right in the open 
with no cover whatever, with the exception of 
a very scanty growth of low bushes, and this 
was to be the crucial point; if we could pass 
this we would gain a high ledge that would 
afford ample cover for the shot. Squirming 
like snakes, taking advantage of every low bush 
and rock, we crawled along, stopping now with 
our very breath choked back and our toes work¬ 
ing nervously in our boots as a doe would stop 
feeding and calmly gaze around her, we finally 
passed the point of danger. 
Up to the ledge and peering over, we had a 
splendid view of the caribou in their natural 
state. The Newfoundland caribou, weighing up 
to 500 and even 6co pounds, is a fine animal, 
particularly the bucks with their strong well- 
knit bodies and large palmated antlers, and 
these made a picture as they were feeding less 
than 100 yards away. There were two bucks 
and three does, and keeping my eyes fastened 
on the largest buck, I raised my rifle, took a 
long breath, aimed at his foreshoulder and fired. 
At the last moment my nerve had come back 
and I knew that I had my game. 
The shot had its immediate effect on the little 
herd, the small buck and the does tearing off at 
a wild run, while the one I had shot went at a 
slow lope, going broadside on and giving me 
the opportunity for another shot. A few steps 
further and it was all over. Going up to him, 
the guide began the careful cutting of his head 
for mounting. I stretched out on the grass 
with the proudest air of proprietorship I have 
ever worn. 
The next day I secured another good head, 
and satisfied with this, we returned. My vaca¬ 
tion was over, the cobwebs in my brain had all 
been swept away and I was ready for another 
year's work. Novice. 
Goat Hunting. 
Clinton, B. C., June 4 . —Editor Forest and 
Stream: It was on July 26 last that I received 
a letter that read something like this from a 
gentleman in Baltimore: 
“Myself and friend contemplate a hunt for 
big game in your section of country and have 
been advised that you might be able to act as 
guide. If you care to arrange for the hunt 
kindly let me know about what your charges 
would be for a six weeks’ trip. Myself and 
friend would each want a guide, and if we come 
we would be out more for heads than for an 
outing, for I have had some very disappointing 
trips in that respect in your Province before. 
“We would like to leave the railway station 
on about Sept. 1, as I believe that is beginning 
of your hunting season.” 
The above letter was answered and a trip 
duly arranged. Mr. P. and friend arrived in 
Clinton, B. C, on the evening of Sept. 7, and 
the following day, about noon, the party, con¬ 
sisting of Mr. P. and friend, myself, two In¬ 
dians and thirteen horses, started on our trip 
in a cold, misty rain. We made our first camp 
after traveling eighteen miles. 
The first night around the camp-fire made us 
pretty well acquainted, and we passed the time 
telling of previous hunts. We retired early and 
arose at five next morning to find about ten 
degrees of frost which felt cold enough for ten 
below zero, it being our first frost of the sea¬ 
son. We traveled about twenty-five miles that 
day and got to our second camp-ground at 3 
o’clock, arriving about noon next day at the 
Black Birch Springs, and at 1 o’clock we got 
to the ferry on the Frazer River and pitched 
camp about 4 o’clock at a deserted cow camp. 
We were now at a low altitude, therefore it 
was pretty hot. Next morning we started on 
a long steady climb that lasted all day, making 
camp for the night at an unnamed spring, reach¬ 
ing our first hunting camp about 2 o’clock the 
following day. We spent the evening fixing 
camp and talking over the best way to hunt 
sheep, and in the morning started on our first 
day’s hunt. The weather was fine when we left 
camp, but the wind soon began to blow and we 
could hardly stay in our saddles, especially when 
we came out of shelter. C. and myself saw 
four deer, but no sheep. 
Next day P. and the Indian went down the 
canon to hunt goats. They got in about 6 
o’clock with two fine goat heads. That night 
we talked over our prospects and concluded to 
move camp next day about ten miles further on. 
Early morning found us climbing the moun¬ 
tains handiest to our camp, but in opposite direc¬ 
tions to each other. C. and myself had traveled 
about three miles when we saw an Indian camp. 
We knew they had scared everything away from 
that section, for they were a hunting party. 
While eating lunch I saw a sheep on a rock 
slide. We went back until we got a ridge be¬ 
tween us and the ram and then walked to with¬ 
in four hundred yards of him. I crawled to 
the top of the ridge and found there were two 1 
of them. I then came back about half way and 
signaled C. When he came up we pulled off 
our shoes and once again crawled to the summit 
of the ridge. The wind had suddenly sprung 
up and was blowing badly. However, we man¬ 
aged to get close, but when we peeped over the 
ridge we could only see one, the smaller one. 
C. tried a shot, but on account of the wind he 
missed. The ram we had failed to locate sud¬ 
denly sprang up, a beautiful animal with'a fine 
head. C. tried two running shots, but failed to 
down him. That night we concluded to move 
camp. 
One day we all hunted together and had 
a long hard ride, but saw a bunch of seven 
rams. We stalked them and C. got a running' 
shot with good results, but got the smallest one 
in the bunch. We then started over to the other 
side of the range and saw lots of sheep. P. 
and one of the Indians came on a bunch of 
rams and he got all he wanted. One of the 
heads measured over sixteen inches. 
We could only stay one more day, for our 
provisions would then be out, so all hands went 
down the canon to hunt goats. We got back 
to camp early, each having got a good head, so 
we were off early next morning for our main 
camp with everybody happy. 
The second day on the home stretch we came 
on to fresh bear tracks in the snow that had 
just fallen. C. with one of the Indians went 
after him and came on to the bear about one 
mile from the trail and gave him three shots 
which brought him down. They got in a couple 
of hours behind us with a fine brown bear skin. 
Hunter’s Guide. 
All the game laws of the United States and 
Canada, revised to date and now in force, are 
given in the Game Laivs in Brief. See adv. 
