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FOREST AND STREAM 
April, 1918 
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bullet this goat fell into space and came 
down through the air at least a hundred 
feet before striking rock. There he stuck 
and it was necesary to go up and get him. 
In doing so the slide rock was disturbed 
and began to roll down from the top at 
great speed. These rocks were larger than 
a man’s fist and very sharp. Getting struck 
by one of them would have been a serious 
matter. Blair and Arthur ran beyond the 
path of the moving rocks and escaped them 
but had no time to spare. 
The horns of my goat were 10^4 inches 
in length, the base 6-Hs inches and he meas¬ 
ured 59 inches around the body just behind 
the fore legs. The length is within three- 
quarters of an inch of the official record 
and the base five-eighths of an inch greater. 
But the goat hunter gets the horns at the 
bottom of the slide rock, not the horns in 
the cliffs, so allowing the goat to fall should 
be avoided. We left the four goats, though 
they could have been easily killed. 
The caribou had been killed at eleven 
and the goat at one. In five days’ hunting, 
and within one-half of a circle having a 
radius of about eight miles, I had killed 
three mountain fams of two species, a cari¬ 
bou and a goat. Later, within the same 
territory, Arthur and I killed moose and 
he killed a grizzly. 
The next morning Billy Fan said: “I 
dream bad last night. I dream billy goat 
after me with pole.” 
The little sharp pointed, slightly curved 
horns of the mountain goat make him a 
most dangerous animal when attacked close 
up. I do not believe they ever act on the 
offensive, except possibly during the rut¬ 
ting season; but if attacked they stolidly 
wait until their opponent mixes up with 
them and then they are most deadly. The 
Bear Lake Indians tell a story, having all 
the ear-marks of truth, of finding a large 
goat dead and badly torn up by a grizzly, 
and nearby the grizzly also dead and fright¬ 
fully stabbed in many places by the goat. 
But the goat is not dangerous to man as 
he seems to await an attack and acts 
purely on the defensive. 
Stormy Days. 
N September twelfth 
a storm set in, the 
first on our trip, and 
the weather continued bad 
until the sixteenth. The 
warm days were now gone 
and while it was not cold, 
the thermometer ranging 
between 28° and 40°, still 
the wind blew so hard on 
the mountains that it 
seemed much colder. 
Dashes of rain and snow 
were frequent. Twilight 
held on until eight o’clock 
in the evening. 
Arthur had not killed a 
ram that suited him so he 
continued hunting them. 
He had had many opportu¬ 
nities to kill rams, but 
their heads were not to his 
liking and he refused to 
kill them. Upon these 
hunts, in the worst of 
weather, he saw many ewes 
but no rams. He did, how¬ 
ever, run across a yearling 
grizzly, well furred, and 
killed her. She was busy 
digging out gophers and 
ground - hogs and moved 
from place to place with 
considerable speed. 
During this time I made 
two trips into the moun¬ 
tains and upon one of them 
saw a band of caribou and 
two moose, but the moose 
heads were small. I was 
not interested in killing an¬ 
other caribou as I already had a very fine 
one. Upon another trip I saw one small 
moose and hunted over a range on which 
grizzlies had been recently working, but 
saw none. It was interesting to observe 
the labor with which they dug back to the 
nest of the gopher in their search for food. 
Returning to camp I was caught in a bliz¬ 
zard on top of the mountain. The wind 
blew icy snow and rain straight into my 
face, and my ears tingled, my hands 
seemed frozen, but the poncho kept the 
wind from my body. The ice stung my 
face so I was obliged to pull my cap down 
about my neck and face. The luxury of 
the tent stove was thoroughly enjoyed 
that evening. 
Ptarmigan were occasionally seen on 
