Looking back, I am inclined to say that if I had any good quality as a hunter it was that of perseverance.

"It is dogged that does it" in hunting as in many other things.

Unless in wholly exceptional cases, when we were very hungry, I never killed anything but bucks.
Occasionally I made long trips away from the ranch and among the Rocky Mountains with my ranch foreman Merrifield; or in later years with Tazewell Woody, John Willis, or John Goff.

We hunted bears, both the black and the grizzly, cougars and wolves, and moose, wapiti, and white goat.

On one of these trips I killed a bison bull, and I also killed a bison bull on the Little Missouri some fifty miles south of my ranch on a trip which Joe Ferris and I took together.