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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 
Hunting Brown Bear in 
British Columbia 
How a 250 Pound Trophy 
Was Secured with One Shot 
By NEIL M. LINDSEY 






AGERLY I awaited 
E, the spring of 1924 
as I had planned a 
two weeks’ trip into 
the mountains to 
hunt grizzly bear. 
Unfortunately other 
| business prevented 
me from taking my 
grizzly hunt, so I 
had to content myself with a few days’ 
quest of the smaller black or brown 
bear. My home is situated in a moun- 
tain valley in the interior of British 
Columbia where big game and wild life 
of all descriptions still manages to ex- 
ist, and even increase, in spite of hunt- 
ers and predatory animals who take 
their yearly toll. 
I had bought a new rifle, a 250-3000 
Savage, with which I had intended to 
kill at least one grizzly. On May 23 
I left the cabin at day break with the 
little rifle under my arm and a de- 
termination to get a bear of some de- 
scription. I know every foot of the 
mountains around my home and also 
the runways, feeding grounds and licks 
where game congregates. Hunting 
down the valley for about three miles 
I found only some old tracks. I then 
turned and worked my way up the 
mountain side to where I could over- 
look a wide sloping hillside where the 
bear travel in the spring of the year. 
Sitting down behind a clump of 
bushes I searched the hillside with my 
glasses but was unable to see any signs 
of game. Then hunting down through 
the timber I saw a sign of Bruin, but 
did not sight my quarry. I finally 
reached the river flat and decided to 
work my way along the bank toward 
home. It was now about six-thirty 
P. M., and at this time, in the spring 
of the year, the bear generally come 
down to the river to feed on the young 
green plants and other vegetation 
found along the river bank and in the 
numerous ponds and sloughs adjoining 
the river. 
Aa stalking silently along the 
bank for half an hour or so, I was 
brought to a sudden stop by the crack- 
ing of a dry branch on the other side 
of the river. Here there is a flat of 
about twenty feet, from which the 
mountain slopes up at an agle of nearly 
forty-five degrees and is covered with a 
sparse growth of fir and pine. Along 
the river, willow, birch, and cotton 
wood trees grow so thickly that it is 
imposible to see anything on the bank. 
As I stood there, listening and 
watching, a large brown bear swam 
out from the brush that overhung the 
river. That bear must have slipped 
into the river as noiselessly as an otter, 
as there was no sound of a splash or 
noise. I didn’t want to shoot him while 
in the river, so I shouted and waved 
my arms to turn him back to the bank. 
This he did and disappeared from 
view. I stood there on the alert with 
rifle ready as I heard him climbing 
the hillside, but was unable to see him 
on account of the brush. 
RESENTLY he came into view 
about 50 yards up the hill and fully 
150 yards from where I stood. He 
stopped behind a little bush to give my 
side of the river the once-over and to 
try to find out what had made the 
racket that scared him back. I could 
only distinctly see his body, as his head 
and neck were hidden from view, so I | 
knelt down, drew a careful bead for a 
spot right behind his shoulder and 
pressed the trigger. 
At the report of the rifle, he fell in 
his tracks. After laying there a min- 
ute or two he turned over, gathered 
himself into a ball, and came rolling 
down the steep hill and into the brush 
on the bank, making one of the most 
unusual sights I had seen in the woods. 
Hidden from me by the brush in which 
he lay, I was in the dark as to what 
was really happening, though I heard 
him thrashing around and by the crack- 
ing of the dry sticks I knew he still 
had some life in him. This kept up 
for five minutes or so, then all was still. 
I stayed there for fully a half hour in 
case he should reappear, but not doing 
so I was satisfied the bear was dead. 
Coming up the river to where my 
canoe was tied, I slipped it into the 
water and glided down the swift cur- 
rent of the river to where my bear lay. 
I soon reached the place, but the long 
Sweeping branches overhanging the 
river made it difficult to reach the bank. 
Being a fairly good hand with a canoe 
on swift water I soon had my boat 
under the brush and beached on the 
sand. I got out of the canoe and with 
a rifle in hand looked around for my 
It will identify you. 
