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Updated: June 3, 2025
"I killed the biggest bull-moose I ever saw, on Togue Ponds, in that region," said the guide meditatively; "and I got him in a queer way. I b'lieve I promised to tell you that yarn." "Of course you did!" "Let's have it!" "Go ahead, Herb! Don't shorten it!" Thus encouraged by the eager three, the woodsman began:
The one with the antlers was the male or bull-moose. The others were the female and her two calves of the preceding year. The latter were still but half-grown, and, like the female, were without the "branching horns" that adorned the head of the old bull. They were all of a dark-brown colour looking blackish in the distance but the large one was darker than any of the others.
Many kinds of animals are caught with snares, and in size they run all the way from rabbits to bears and even to the great bull-moose. Snares, steel traps, and deadfalls that are set for large game are dangerous even for man to approach carelessly, and sometimes even the trapper himself has the misfortune to be caught in the very trap he has set for some other animal.
"Well, do you know," she said demurely, "I don't think I'll take a hand in this game, chiefly because " she paused. "Yes: chiefly because " "Because you'll get your own way without help. You get everything you want," she added with a little savage comment. A flood of feeling came into his eyes, his head jerked like that of a bull-moose. "No, I don't get everything I want.
Then the motionless occupants of the boat heard random, guttural grunts, a smashing of dead branches, crashing of undergrowth, and the proud ring of mighty antlers against the trees. The lord of the forest, a big bull-moose, was tearing recklessly through the woods towards the lake, in answer to the call of his imaginary mate.
The novices could only suspect that this manoeuvre was another lure for the bull-moose, if he chanced to be still within hearing. Its success took their breath away.
With some groping, the kettle was found; it was filled, and the party started for camp. "I heard the distant challenge of a bull-moose a couple of hours ago," said the guide, as they went along. "I never suspicioned he was attacking you; but after the camp was a' ready, and you hadn't turned up, I got kind o' scared. I left Neal to tend the fire and toast the pork, and started out to search.
When again, some days later, he met another bear, he made haste to yield the right of way. In the wild, as in the world, to be once beaten is to invite the fist of fate. While the young bull's wounds were still red and raw, there came a big-antlered, high-shouldered bull-moose to the bluff overlooking the Quah-Davic. The moose was surprised at sight of the short-legged, black animal on the bluff.
Cyrus was grinding his teeth in vexation that he had narrowly missed seeing the moose alive. The two Farrars were burning with excitement at the thought of beholding the monarch of the forest at all, even in death. For they had heard enough wood-lore to know that the bull-moose, with his extreme caution, is like a tantalizing phantom to hunters.
The one with the antlers was the male or bull-moose. The others were the female and her two calves of the preceding year. The latter were still but half-grown, and, like the female, were without the "branching horns" that adorned the head of the old bull. They were all of a dark-brown colour looking blackish in the distance but the large one was darker than any of the others.
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