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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream, 
Spring Bear Hunting in 
Jackson’s Hole 
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three miles up on a mountain in a small 
green patch, and the next day went 
that way. When we arrived, he had 
taken his departure. 
We jumped another bear in the after- 
noon and trailed him to an open rocky 
side hill where we lost him. Trying 
to locate his track we ran across an- 
other large grizzly track, which we fol- 
lowed until near sundown. He finally 
reached a lake 600 yards across which 
he swam to get away from us, so we 
gave him up for good. 
The following day we all went differ- 
ent ways, Art and Curt Eynon, our all- 
around man, went over to Eynos Lake 
after more fish. Billie went to Buffalo 
River after some more things needed 
in camp, and while going over to the 
lake, Curt spotted a large black bear 
across a creek walking along an open 
park. They proceeded to stalk him but 
when they came in sight of the Park he 
had gone into the timber. Billie was 
late getting into camp. He took a short 
cut through the mountains, and about 
sundown spotted a large Grizzly bear 
standing up alongside a big tree biting 
at a limb. He tied his horse and 
stalked up to within 250 yards of the 
bear which had in the meantime got 
down fromthe tree, and was walking 
towards Billie. At any rate Billie went 
to shooting; shot three times and hit 
the bear once, as he thought in the 
neck. The bear then went into the tim- 
ber and Billie came on to camp. 
HE following day we all went to 
where Billie had shot the bear and 
took up his trail through underbrush, 
snow and fallen timber and finally Art 
and Bruce went back to the horses. I 
wandered for a couple of hours alone 
and having lost the track finally went 
back to the boys. Billie and Curt had 
picked up the track and continued to 
follow Mr. Grizzly and in time jumped 
him from under some thick underbrush 
where he had lain up for the night, 
and had dug himself in pretty well as 
he seemed hit in the neck somewhere 
but not fatally. At any rate they 
started back to where we were, and on 
the way ran across another fresh 
track. The bear must have heard or 
winded them and escaped somewhere. 
The next morning I got up early, took 
my glasses and went on to the hill close 
to camp and in a short time discovered 
a large black bear feeding and travel- 
ing along an open side hill three miles 
away by travel and a mile and a half 
by straight distance. I watched this 
bear for an hour, while he went through 
a bunch of elk which scattered and ran 
¥ 
off a hundred yards or so and as soon 
as the bear went on they went to feed- 
ing again. 
After breakfast Bruce and I went 
over that way, and Billie and Art went 
up the creek. We picked up this bear’s 
track and saw where he had gone into 
the timber for the day. We went on 
through a high ridgy country after 
that and picked up a large Grizzly 
track, very fresh, on a snow ridge, fol- 
lowed this bear some distance, but 
finally lost his track on an open side 
hill and started back to camp. 
Le and Art jumped a bear and 
also saw many fresh signs, but luck 
was again against them, and the snow 
that had fallen the night before had all 
gone off the open side hills which were 
bare and no chance to trail a bear after 
the noon hour. This condition had ex- 
isted for several days, and any chance 
to get a bear trailing seemed impossible. 
The following day Bruce being sick 
and Art wanting to go fishing I saddled 
up and taking gun and glasses went 
over four miles to where we had seen 
the Grizzly track, picked it up where 
he had come out of the timber that 
night and taken along a high ridge. 
There had been a little snow the night 
before and I trailed him until he went 
into the timber. The sun melted the 
snow and I lost him on the open coun- 
try. ; 
I continued on down the creek from 
the high country. It was snowing a wet 
hard snow all the time so I laid up at 
a fire for a part of the day, and about 
3 P. M. started towards camp six 
miles away up a wide flat creek to the 
upper end of a large meadow. On my 
way a bull moose hopped out of the 
bush ahead of me and my horse took 
to the tall timber. 
FOUND myself slipping, but finally 
got back into the saddle; a moose 
is the one Jonah for the average horse. 
Having decided to see a bear that 
day, I made a fire and turned my horse 
loose with the bridle on. I was waiting 
for the storm to stop, sitting on a 
stump by the fireside, my horse started 
pawing the ground and looking around 
and finally he went to feeding again 
and I sat down. Shortly after this he 
snorted, did not move other than stamp 
the ground and snort, and looking up 
the flat I saw a big old time grizzly 
come out of a bunch of willows, walk- 
ing along as leisurely as he could, sniff- 
ing the ground. Running for my gun 
still in the scabbord I took a run along 
the edge of the timber quartering to- 
wards him for some fifty yards, when 
he stopped and looked my way and had 
no doubt got the wind by that time. 
So feeling safe that I could hit him at 
250 yards, I dropped on my knees, 
took, as I thought, good aim and fired. 
It will identify you, 
