W W W. D I S T I N C T LY M O N TA NA . C O M
33
How could Jim Bridger,
the mountain man
,
s
mountain man, miss
such an easy shot?
He checked his rifle and
carefully reloaded.
Usin
,
all his marksman
,
s
skill, he shot a second time.
Skunked
again!
The only thing that ol
,
elk
did was flick its ears like it
was hearin
,
distant thunder.
Jim moved in
on the elk.
Heck, he got
so close that
even a green-
horn city slicker
couldn
,
t miss.
He took extra
time to make
his best shot
and fired...
...and when echo of
the gunfire finally
faded away...
...and when the
gunsmoke finally
cleared...
...there was
Mister Wapiti,
standin
,
around,
chewin
,
on some
grass.
He sure
wasn
,
t hungry!
And darned if
it didn
,
t look
like he was
smilin
,
at Jim!
Well, there
,
s an
edge, an that
pushed Bridger
right over it.
If that elk was
too stupid to
know when
to get shot
and become
supper, then
Jim was gonna
teach it with
a rifle right
upside his
antlers!
He let out a backwoods beller
and ran across the field that
separated diner and dinner!
k
k
b
o
o
M
!
k
B
l
a
M
!
