Good hunting; in pursuit of big game in the WestRoosevelt, Theodore
General
Good hunting; in pursuit of big game in the West
Roosevelt, Theodore
Hunting -- United States
If possible, as with all such packs, the hunter himself would get up in
time to end the worry by a stab of his hunting-knife; but unless he was
quick he would have nothing to do, for the pack was thoroughly competent
to do its own killing. Grim fighter though a great wolf-dog is, he
stands no show before the onslaught, who rush on their antagonist in a
body. They possessed great power in their jaws, and unless Massingale
was up within two or three minutes after the wolf was taken, the dogs
literally tore him to pieces, though one or more of their number might
be killed or crippled in the fight.
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Other hunters were striving to get together packs thoroughly organized,
and the wolves may be thinned out; they were certainly altogether too
plentiful. During the fall of 1896 I saw a number myself, although I was
not looking for them. I frequently came upon the remains of sheep and
young stock which they had killed, and once, on the top of a small
plateau, I found the body of a large steer, while the torn and trodden
ground showed that he had fought hard for his life before succumbing.
There were apparently two wolves engaged in the work, and the cunning
beasts had evidently acted in concert. While one attracted the steer’s
attention, the other, according to the invariable wolf habit, attacked
him from behind, hamstringing him and tearing out his flanks. His body
was still warm when I came up, but his murderers had slunk off, either
seeing or smelling me. Their handiwork was unmistakable, however, for,
unlike bears and cougars, wolves invariably attack their victim at the
hind-quarters, and begin their feast on the hams or flanks if the animal
is of any size.
Shooting the Prong-buck
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SHOOTING THE PRONG-BUCK
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For a few years before 1897, when I visited my cattle range I spent most
of my time out on the great plains, where almost the only game that can
be found is the prong-horned antelope; and as on such trips the party
depends for fresh meat upon the rifle, I have on each occasion done a
certain amount of antelope-shooting.
In the old days, when antelope were far more plentiful than they are
now, they could often be procured by luring them with a red flag—for
they are very inquisitive beasts—but now they have grown wary, and must
usually be either stalked, which is very difficult, owing to their
extreme keenness of vision and the absence of cover on the prairies, or
else must be ridden into.
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