"Quicker than lightning the truth flashed over me. The animal had taken to a tree. and was even then, very likely, making ready for a spring."
Hunting
A Tale: TR Seeks the Thrill of Killing Endangered Bison — 1889
"Mixed with the eager excitement of the hunter was a certain half melancholy feeling as I gazed on these bison, themselves part of the last remnant of a doomed and nearly vanished race."
A Tale: Hunting a Yellowstone Lion
The men failed to see that, from the edge of an overhanging rock above them, two pale green eyes were watching their every move. Behind the eyes, the sinewy form of a great cat was stealthily adjusting itself for a leap.
A Tale: Teddy Roosevelt Bags an Elk on Two Ocean Pass — 1891
" I saw the tips of a pair of mighty antlers, and I peered over the crest with my rifle at the ready. Thirty yards off, behind a clump of pinyons, stood a huge bull."
A Tale: The Antelope That Got Away — Dunraven, 1874
"The darned thing ... came to life, bounded to his feet, sprang into the air, coming down all four feet together, ... 'Shoot, Bottler,' I cried, 'shoot. In Heaven's name, man, can't you see the buck?'"
A Tale: Pioneer Photographer Documents Hunting Expedition Near Yellowstone Park — 1889
When I received my copy of the fall issue of the Pioneer Museum Quarterly last week, I was delighted to see an article about Charles D. Loughrey, a Bozeman pioneer photographer. I had examined the museum's collection of Loughrey's photographs but didn't know much about him. Jacob Rubow of the museum staff dug through Loughrey's … Continue reading A Tale: Pioneer Photographer Documents Hunting Expedition Near Yellowstone Park — 1889
A Tale: A Dark and Stormy Night in Yellowstone Park — Dunraven, 1874
“Now and then the fire would burn up bright, casting a fitful gleam out into the damp darkness, and lighting up the bare jaws and white skulls of the two elk-heads, which seemed to grin derisively at me out of the gloom.”
A Tale: Jim Bridger’s Descriptions of Yellowstone Wonders — Gunnison, 1852
"Geysers spout up seventy feet high, with a terrific hissing noise, at regular intervals. Waterfalls are sparkling, leaping, and thundering down the precipices ...."
A Tale: Teaching Greenhorns About Snipe Driving — Langford, 1872
"The spot was chosen because of its proximity to a marsh which was supposed to be filled with snipe. In reality it was the swarming place for mosquitoes."
A Tale: Colonel Pickett’s Version of Bagging His First Bear — 1877
"This bear came, passing about twenty yards in our front. A cartridge was ready, and against Jack's injunction "Don't shoot," I fired; yet, it failed to stop him, and Jack turned loose with his repeater, I shooting rapidly with my rifle."
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