

Getting the 
Limit 
ina 
Morning’s 
Hunt 
By ALEXANDER STODDART 
ID you ever get your quota of 
D big game in a morning’s 
hunt? That was the luck of 
Kerwin H. Fulton, of New York, in 
October, 1924, near his hunting 
camp at Island Lake, 35 miles south 
of Charlo, New Brunswick, Canada. 
On this October morning Mr. Ful- 
ton left the Island Lake Hunting and 
Fishing Lodge, which he and Irving 
Bromiley, of New York, erected in the 
Restigouche country of northern New 
Brunswick with Bill Craig, guide, and 
before sunrise were at the meadows. 
It was near the close of the two 
weeks allotted for hunting and both the 
guide and the sportsmen were anxious 
for a shot at a big bull moose, with 
a head and antlers worth while. 
As the men stood waiting to see if 
there might be a response from the 
“call” of the guide, an answer from a 
bull was almost immediate, and Craig 
said softly to Fulton, “He’s a long way 
off, but it’s your only chance. Get it.” 
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Kerwin H. Fulton of New York with the head of 
the second largest bull moose killed in the Resti- 
gouche County. 
Fulton aimed for a broadside shot, 
pressed the trigger, and hit the animal 
in the paunch. 
“Fire again,” cried Craig, “and hit 
him in the shoulder.” 
Fulton fired a second shot, the moose 
staggered, and then headed for a slide 
on the ridge, the men running rapidly 
as fast as the underbrush would let 
them, but when they reached the top 
of the ridge, there was no moose to be 
seen. 
“You stay here and watch,” admon- 
ished Craig, “I am going down the 
ridge and see if I can find the trail.” 
Ge went down to the place from 
where the second shot was fired, 
located the place where the moose was, 
and observing closely, he noticed a drop 
of blood in the underbrush. 
From here he was able to follow the 
trail of the moose to the top of the 
ridge, following it until a rustling noise 
a ett 
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A Big Game Hunt 
in 
Which Lady Luck 
Held 
the Upper Hand 
was heard, when the moose was 
seen standing uneasily on all fours, 
his body shaking. The third shot 
from Fulton’s gun brought down the 
bull, whose spread of antlers was 
50 inches. Regarding the kill as a good 
morning’s work, Fulton and the guide 
started back to camp after hanging up 
the moose, and on the way back to 
camp, across a small meadow, two buck 
deer were seen, and both of them 
brought down. 
ILE Fulton had the rare luck of 
getting his quota of big game in 
one morning, Arthur C. Mower brought 
* out the finest trophy of the four men 
‘who comprised the hunting party. The 
other men being Messrs. Fulton, Brom- 
iley and Dr. Henry C. Fleming. 
Mr. Mower’s moose had a spread of 
56 inches and he got it while hunting 
with Bill Craig at the Beaver Pond 
back of the ridge of Murray Lake, Bill 
Craig “calling” the moose just after 
sunrise. As both men listened intently, 
Craig interpreted the sounds in the 
distance as a bull moose coming along 
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Mr. Fulton and 
his guide bring 
home the prize. 
The antlers 
spread 50 inches. 
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