He was lucky to send his lead to a vital point. I've
seen veteran hunters shoot a bear a dozen times, and then have to finish
him with a knife."
"I've always read that they can stand a tremendous amount of shooting
without caving under," admitted Frank.
"And it isn't considered at all disgraceful, when stirring such a
terrible monster out of his den, for the hunters to post themselves in
trees near by. While at first blush such a procedure might seem silly or
cowardly to you, take an old hunter's advice, and give the rascal no
more chance than you can help. Even then I've known him to shake a
fellow out of a small tree, and only for the assistance of the others he
must have killed the youngster."
"A grizzly can't climb a tree, then, sir?" questioned Will uneasily.
"Not ordinarily. He might manage to swarm up if the trunk was inclined
about forty-five degrees. Select straight ones, and of some size; then
you're safe."
"Thank you, Mr. Mabie. I'll follow your advice. You see, I'm only the
photographer of the club, and they could hardly afford to lose me,"
remarked Will, thinking some sort of an apology might be necessary for
his seeming timidity.
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