Outdoor pastimes of an American hunterRoosevelt, Theodore
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Outdoor pastimes of an American hunter
Roosevelt, Theodore
Hunting -- United States; Hunting -- West (U.S.)
One young grizzly which I killed many years ago dropped to the first
bullet, which entered its stomach. It then let myself and my companion
approach closely, looking up at us with alert curiosity, but making no
effort to escape. It was really not crippled at all, but we thought from
its actions that its back was broken, and my companion advanced to kill
it with his pistol. The pistol, however, did not inflict a mortal wound,
and the only effect was to make the young bear jump to its feet as if
unhurt, and race off at full speed through the timber; for though not
full-grown it was beyond cubhood, being probably about eighteen months
old. By desperate running I succeeded in getting another shot, and more
by luck than by anything else knocked it over, this time permanently.
Black bear are not, under normal conditions, formidable brutes. If they
do charge and get home they may maul a man severely, and there are a
number of instances on record in which they have killed men. Ordinarily,
however, a black bear will not charge home, though he may bluster a good
deal. I once shot one very close up which made a most lamentable outcry,
and seemed to lose its head, its efforts to escape resulting in its
bouncing about among the trees with such heedless hurry that I was
easily able to kill it. Another black bear, which I also shot at close
quarters, came straight for my companions and myself, and almost ran
over the white hunter who was with me. This bear made no sound whatever
when I first hit it, and I do not think it was charging. I believe it
was simply dazed, and by accident ran the wrong way, and so almost came
into collision with us. However, when it found itself face to face with
the white hunter, and only four or five feet away, it prepared for
hostilities, and I think would have mauled him if I had not brained it
with another bullet; for I was myself standing but six feet or so to one
side of it. None of the bears shot on this Colorado trip made a sound
when hit; they all died silently, like so many wolves.
Ordinarily, my experience has been that bears were not flurried when I
suddenly came upon them. They impressed me as if they were always
keeping in mind the place toward which they wished to retreat in the
event of danger, and for this place, which was invariably a piece of
rough ground or dense timber, they made off with all possible speed, not
seeming to lose their heads.
[Illustration:
THE PACK STRIKES THE FRESH BEAR TRAIL
From a photograph by Philip B. Stewart
]
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