The Grizzly King the Grizzly King

One has to hunt and kill and hunt and kill for years before he discovers the real pleasure in big game stalking, he said slowly, looking into the fire. And when he comes down to that real pleasure, the part of it that absorbs him heart and soul, he finds that after all the big thrill isn’t in killing, but in letting live. I want this grizzly, and I’m going to have him. I won’t leave the mountains until I kill him. But, on the other hand, we could have killed two other bears to-day, and I didn’t take a shot. I’m learning the game, Bruce–I’m beginning to taste the real pleasure of hunting. And when one hunts in the right way one learns facts. You needn’t worry. I’m going to put only facts in what I write.