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The Wilderness Hunter, An Account of the Big Game of the United States and Its Chase with Horse, Hound, and Rifle
Theodore "T.R." Roosevelt Jr. (1858 – 1919) was an American politician, author, naturalist, soldier, explorer, and historian who served as the 26th President of the United States. He was a leader of the Republican Party.
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FOR a number of years much of my life was spent either in the wilderness or on the borders of the settled country—if, indeed, "settled" is a term that can rightly be applied to the vast, scantily peopled regions where cattle-ranching is the only regular industry. During this time I hunted much, among the mountains and on the plains, both as a pastime and to procure hides, meat, and robes for use on the ranch; and it was my good luck to kill all the various kinds of large game that can properly be considered to belong to temperate North America. In hunting, the finding and killing of the game is after all but a part of the whole. The free, self-reliant, adventurous life, with its rugged and stalwart democracy; the wild surroundings, the grand beauty of the scenery, the chance to study the ways and habits of the woodland creatures—all these unite to give to the career of the wilderness hunter its peculiar charm. The chase is among the best of all national pastimes; it cultivates that vigorous manliness for the lack of which in a nation, as in an individual, the possession of no other qualities can possibly atone. No one, but he who has partaken thereof, can understand the keen delight of hunting in lonely lands. For him is the joy of the horse well ridden and the rifle well held; for him the long days of toil and hardship, resolutely endured, and crowned at the end with triumph.
Contents:
CHAPTER I. THE AMERICAN WILDERNESS; WILDERNESS HUNTERS AND WILDERNESS GAME.
CHAPTER II. HUNTING FROM THE RANCH; THE BLACKTAIL DEER.
CHAPTER III. THE WHITETAIL DEER; AND THE BLACKTAIL OF THE COLUMBIA.
CHAPTER IV. ON THE CATTLE RANGES; THE PRONG-HORN ANTELOPE.
CHAPTER V. HUNTING THE PRONG-BUCK; FROST, FIRE, AND THIRST.
CHAPTER VI. AMONG THE HIGH HILLS; THE BIGHORN OR MOUNTAIN SHEEP.
CHAPTER VII. MOUNTAIN GAME; THE WHITE GOAT.
CHAPTER VIII. HUNTING IN THE SELKIRKS; THE CARIBOU.
CHAPTER IX. THE WAPITI OR ROUND-HORNED ELK.
CHAPTER X. AN ELK-HUNT AT TWO-OCEAN PASS.
CHAPTER XI. THE MOOSE; THE BEAST OF THE WOODLAND.
CHAPTER XII. THE BISON OR AMERICAN BUFFALO.
CHAPTER XIII. THE BLACK BEAR.
CHAPTER XIV. OLD EPHRAIM, THE GRISLY BEAR.
CHAPTER XV. HUNTING THE GRISLY.
CHAPTER XVI. THE COUGAR.
CHAPTER XVII. A PECCARY HUNT ON THE NUECES.
CHAPTER XVIII. HUNTING WITH HOUNDS.
CHAPTER XIX. WOLVES AND WOLF-HOUNDS.
CHAPTER XX. IN COWBOY LAND.
CHAPTER XXI. HUNTING LORE.
This book published in 1902 has been reformatted for the Kindle and may contain an occasional defect from the original publication or from the reformatting.
From inside book:
FOR a number of years much of my life was spent either in the wilderness or on the borders of the settled country—if, indeed, "settled" is a term that can rightly be applied to the vast, scantily peopled regions where cattle-ranching is the only regular industry. During this time I hunted much, among the mountains and on the plains, both as a pastime and to procure hides, meat, and robes for use on the ranch; and it was my good luck to kill all the various kinds of large game that can properly be considered to belong to temperate North America. In hunting, the finding and killing of the game is after all but a part of the whole. The free, self-reliant, adventurous life, with its rugged and stalwart democracy; the wild surroundings, the grand beauty of the scenery, the chance to study the ways and habits of the woodland creatures—all these unite to give to the career of the wilderness hunter its peculiar charm. The chase is among the best of all national pastimes; it cultivates that vigorous manliness for the lack of which in a nation, as in an individual, the possession of no other qualities can possibly atone. No one, but he who has partaken thereof, can understand the keen delight of hunting in lonely lands. For him is the joy of the horse well ridden and the rifle well held; for him the long days of toil and hardship, resolutely endured, and crowned at the end with triumph.
Contents:
CHAPTER I. THE AMERICAN WILDERNESS; WILDERNESS HUNTERS AND WILDERNESS GAME.
CHAPTER II. HUNTING FROM THE RANCH; THE BLACKTAIL DEER.
CHAPTER III. THE WHITETAIL DEER; AND THE BLACKTAIL OF THE COLUMBIA.
CHAPTER IV. ON THE CATTLE RANGES; THE PRONG-HORN ANTELOPE.
CHAPTER V. HUNTING THE PRONG-BUCK; FROST, FIRE, AND THIRST.
CHAPTER VI. AMONG THE HIGH HILLS; THE BIGHORN OR MOUNTAIN SHEEP.
CHAPTER VII. MOUNTAIN GAME; THE WHITE GOAT.
CHAPTER VIII. HUNTING IN THE SELKIRKS; THE CARIBOU.
CHAPTER IX. THE WAPITI OR ROUND-HORNED ELK.
CHAPTER X. AN ELK-HUNT AT TWO-OCEAN PASS.
CHAPTER XI. THE MOOSE; THE BEAST OF THE WOODLAND.
CHAPTER XII. THE BISON OR AMERICAN BUFFALO.
CHAPTER XIII. THE BLACK BEAR.
CHAPTER XIV. OLD EPHRAIM, THE GRISLY BEAR.
CHAPTER XV. HUNTING THE GRISLY.
CHAPTER XVI. THE COUGAR.
CHAPTER XVII. A PECCARY HUNT ON THE NUECES.
CHAPTER XVIII. HUNTING WITH HOUNDS.
CHAPTER XIX. WOLVES AND WOLF-HOUNDS.
CHAPTER XX. IN COWBOY LAND.
CHAPTER XXI. HUNTING LORE.
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First published January 1, 1893
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Theodore Roosevelt
2,394 books913 followersTheodore Roosevelt, Jr., also known as T.R., and to the public (but never to friends and family) as Teddy, was the twenty-sixth President of the United States, and a leader of the Republican Party and of the Progressive Movement.
He fathered Alice Roosevelt Longworth, a daughter.
He became the youngest President in United States history at the age of 42. He served in many roles including Governor of New York, historian, naturalist, explorer, author, and soldier (posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor in 2001 for his role at the Battle of San Juan Hill in the Spanish-American War).
Roosevelt is most famous for his personality: his energy, his vast range of interests and achievements, his model of masculinity, and his "cowboy" persona.
He fathered Alice Roosevelt Longworth, a daughter.
He became the youngest President in United States history at the age of 42. He served in many roles including Governor of New York, historian, naturalist, explorer, author, and soldier (posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor in 2001 for his role at the Battle of San Juan Hill in the Spanish-American War).
Roosevelt is most famous for his personality: his energy, his vast range of interests and achievements, his model of masculinity, and his "cowboy" persona.
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August 16, 2016
Words directly from TR's adventures in the wilderness. Roosevelt bagged every large game animal in the country (except polar bear and musk ox) and writes about them here. Even if you're not a hunter you can appreciate the zest and vigor of this amazing man. Makes me want to go out and look for elk and pronghorn and take advantage of my time in The West. He chastises "soft men" and those that whine and lack his same grit of a frontier outdoorsman-- what would he think of men today?
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November 13, 2020This is the last type of book I would ever read because I don’t care to read about the killing of animals. The only reason why I got this book to read was because I thought Roosevelt saw Bigfoot and I wanted to read his account about it. But that’s not the case. He only recounts the story of a man that he believed was telling the truth about a Bigfoot encounter. While that was interesting, I would’ve never got the book if I had known that. I can’t really give it a rating because I only skimmed it. I figure though if I had liked hunting I would’ve given it at least three stars. There was one section on the grizzly bear that I found interesting until he started talking about killing them. I did love though that he only wanted the proper hunting to be done. He did not like certain ways people did hunting. That was nice to know.
July 4, 2023
Very interesting guy, this Roosevelt. Recently watched a documentary called "The Roosevelts" and they posited that Teddy may have been our smartest President ever. I had no idea!
This book, not about politics at all, but about nature and how to kill it.
"...but with all bird-music much must be allowed for the surroundings and much for the mood, and the keenness of sense, of the listener. The lilt of the little plains skylark is neither very powerful nor very melodious; but it is sweet, pure, long-sustained, with a ring of courage befitting a song uttered in highest air."
"The mocking-bird is a singer that has suffered much in reputation from its powers of mimicry. On ordinary occasions, and especially in the daytime, it insists on playing the harlequin. But when free in its own favorite haunts at night in the love season it has a song, or rather songs, which are not only purely original, but are also more beautiful than any other bird music whatsoever. Once I listened to a mocking-bird singing the livelong spring night, under the full moon, in a magnolia tree; and I do not think I shall ever forget its song."
"One of the mockers, which lived in the hedge bordering the garden, was constantly engaged in an amusing feud with an honest old setter dog, the point of attack being the tip of the dog's tail. For some reason the bird seemed to regard any hoisting of the setters' tail as a challenge and insult. It would flutter near the dog as he walked; the old setter would become interested in something and raise his tail. The bird would promptly fly at it and peck the tip; whereupon down went the tail until in a couple of minutes the old fellow would forget himself, and the scene would be repeated."
"The moonlight was shining in through the open window, and the mocking-bird was already in the magnolia. The great tree was bathed in a flood of shining silver; I could see each twig, and mark every action of the singer, who was pouring forth such a rapture of ringing melodies I have never listened to before or since. Sometimes he would perch motionless for many minutes, his body quivering and thrilling with the outpour or music. Then he would drop softly from twig to twig, until the lowest limb was reached, when he would rise, fluttering and leaping through the branches, his song never ceasing for an instant, until he reached the summit of the tree and launched into the warm, scent-laden air, floating in spirals, with outspread wings, until, as if spent, he sank gently back into the tree and down through the branches, while his song rose into an ecstasy of ardor and passion. His voice rang like a clarionet, in rich, full tones, and his execution covered the widest possible compass; them followed theme, a torrent of music, a swelling tide of harmony, in which scarcely any two bars were alike. I stayed till midnight listening to him; he was singing when I went to sleep; he was still singing when I woke a couple of hours later; he sang through the livelong night."
"Every year the Grosventres and Mandans from the Big Missouri come to the neighborhood of my ranch to hunt. Though not good marksmen they kill many whitetail deer, driving the bottoms for them in bands, on horseback; and they catch many eagles. Sometimes they take these alive by exposing a bait near which a hole is dug, where one of them lies hidden for days, with Indian patience, until an eagle lights on the bait and is noosed."
"On the northern plains the cold weather is of polar severity, and turns the green, grassy prairies of midsummer into iron-bound wastes. The blizzards whirl and sweep across them with a shrieking fury which few living things may face. The snow is like fine ice dust, and the white waves glide across the grass with a stealthy, crawling motion which has in it something sinister and cruel. Accordingly, as the bright fall weather passes, and the dreary winter draws nigh, when the days shorten, and the night s seem interminable, and gray storms lower above the gray horizon, the antelope gather in bands and seek sheltered places, where they may abide through the winter-time of famine and cold and deep snow."
"His existence had been one of excitement, adventure, and restless roaming, when it was not passed in lazy ease; his times of toil and peril varied by fits of brutal revelry. He had no kin, no ties of any kind. he got meat, clothing, and bedding from the antelope and deer he killed; the spare hides and venison he bartered for what little else he needed. So he built him a tepee in one of the most secluded parts of the Bad Lands, where he led the life of a solitary hunter, awaiting in grim loneliness the death which he knew to be near at hand."
"no man who, for his good-fortune, has at times in his life endured toil and hardship, ever fails to appreciate the strong elemental pleasures of rest after labor, food after hunger, warmth and shelter after bitter cold."
"Lengthening the ropes, one of us spurred his horse cross the fire line and then, wheeling we dragged the carcass along it; one horseman being on the burnt ground, and one on the unburnt grass, while hte body of the steer lay lengthwise across the line. The weight and the blood smothered the fire as we twitched the carcass over the burning grass; and two men following behind with their blankets and slickers readily beat out any isolated tufts of flame."
"They are marvelously tame and stupid. the young birds are the only ones I have ever killed in this manner with a stick; but even a full plumaged old cock in September is easily slain with a stone by any one who is at all a good thrower. A man who has played much base-ball need never use a gun when after spruce grouse."
"Though I have often and for long periods dwelt and hunted in the wilderness, yet I never before so well understood why the people who live in lonely forest regions are prone to believe in elves, wood spirits and other beings of an unseen world. ... At times the wind moaned harshly through the tops f the tall pines and hemlocks; at times the branches were still; but the splashing murmur of the torrent never ceased, and through it came other sounds - the clatter of huge rocks falling down the cliffs, the cashing of cataracts in far-off ravines, the hooting of owls. Again, the breeze would shift, and bring to my ears the ringing of other brooks and cataracts and wind-stirred forests, and perhaps at long intervals the cry of some wild beast, the crash of a falling tree, or the faint rumble of a snow avalanche. If I listened long enough, it would almost seem that I heard thunderous voices laughing and calling to one another, and as if at any moment some shape might stalk out of the darkness into the dim light of the embers."
"...so as to bring about what is known as a silver thaw. Every twig was sheathed in glittering ice, and in the moonlight the forest gleamed as if carved out of frosted silver."
"But heard at a little distance, and in its proper place, the call of the wapiti is one of the grandest and most beautiful sounds in nature. Especially is this the case when several rivals are answering one another, on some frosty moonlight night in the mountains. The wild melody rings from chasm to chasm under the giant pines, sustained and modulated, through bar after bar, filled with challenge and proud anger. It thrills the soul of the listening hunter."
"At the head, to pick the path, rode silent old Woody, a true type of the fast-vanishing race of game hunters and Indian fighters, a man who had been one of the California forty-niners, and who ever since had lived the restless, reckless life of the wilderness."
"...pinyon - a queer conifer, growing very high on the mountains, its multiforked trunk and wide-spreading branches giving it the rounded top, and, at a distance, the general look of an oak rather than a pine."
"The man who does not give up, but hunts steadily ad resolutely through the spells of bad luck until the luck turns, is the man who wins success in the end."
This book, not about politics at all, but about nature and how to kill it.
"...but with all bird-music much must be allowed for the surroundings and much for the mood, and the keenness of sense, of the listener. The lilt of the little plains skylark is neither very powerful nor very melodious; but it is sweet, pure, long-sustained, with a ring of courage befitting a song uttered in highest air."
"The mocking-bird is a singer that has suffered much in reputation from its powers of mimicry. On ordinary occasions, and especially in the daytime, it insists on playing the harlequin. But when free in its own favorite haunts at night in the love season it has a song, or rather songs, which are not only purely original, but are also more beautiful than any other bird music whatsoever. Once I listened to a mocking-bird singing the livelong spring night, under the full moon, in a magnolia tree; and I do not think I shall ever forget its song."
"One of the mockers, which lived in the hedge bordering the garden, was constantly engaged in an amusing feud with an honest old setter dog, the point of attack being the tip of the dog's tail. For some reason the bird seemed to regard any hoisting of the setters' tail as a challenge and insult. It would flutter near the dog as he walked; the old setter would become interested in something and raise his tail. The bird would promptly fly at it and peck the tip; whereupon down went the tail until in a couple of minutes the old fellow would forget himself, and the scene would be repeated."
"The moonlight was shining in through the open window, and the mocking-bird was already in the magnolia. The great tree was bathed in a flood of shining silver; I could see each twig, and mark every action of the singer, who was pouring forth such a rapture of ringing melodies I have never listened to before or since. Sometimes he would perch motionless for many minutes, his body quivering and thrilling with the outpour or music. Then he would drop softly from twig to twig, until the lowest limb was reached, when he would rise, fluttering and leaping through the branches, his song never ceasing for an instant, until he reached the summit of the tree and launched into the warm, scent-laden air, floating in spirals, with outspread wings, until, as if spent, he sank gently back into the tree and down through the branches, while his song rose into an ecstasy of ardor and passion. His voice rang like a clarionet, in rich, full tones, and his execution covered the widest possible compass; them followed theme, a torrent of music, a swelling tide of harmony, in which scarcely any two bars were alike. I stayed till midnight listening to him; he was singing when I went to sleep; he was still singing when I woke a couple of hours later; he sang through the livelong night."
"Every year the Grosventres and Mandans from the Big Missouri come to the neighborhood of my ranch to hunt. Though not good marksmen they kill many whitetail deer, driving the bottoms for them in bands, on horseback; and they catch many eagles. Sometimes they take these alive by exposing a bait near which a hole is dug, where one of them lies hidden for days, with Indian patience, until an eagle lights on the bait and is noosed."
"On the northern plains the cold weather is of polar severity, and turns the green, grassy prairies of midsummer into iron-bound wastes. The blizzards whirl and sweep across them with a shrieking fury which few living things may face. The snow is like fine ice dust, and the white waves glide across the grass with a stealthy, crawling motion which has in it something sinister and cruel. Accordingly, as the bright fall weather passes, and the dreary winter draws nigh, when the days shorten, and the night s seem interminable, and gray storms lower above the gray horizon, the antelope gather in bands and seek sheltered places, where they may abide through the winter-time of famine and cold and deep snow."
"His existence had been one of excitement, adventure, and restless roaming, when it was not passed in lazy ease; his times of toil and peril varied by fits of brutal revelry. He had no kin, no ties of any kind. he got meat, clothing, and bedding from the antelope and deer he killed; the spare hides and venison he bartered for what little else he needed. So he built him a tepee in one of the most secluded parts of the Bad Lands, where he led the life of a solitary hunter, awaiting in grim loneliness the death which he knew to be near at hand."
"no man who, for his good-fortune, has at times in his life endured toil and hardship, ever fails to appreciate the strong elemental pleasures of rest after labor, food after hunger, warmth and shelter after bitter cold."
"Lengthening the ropes, one of us spurred his horse cross the fire line and then, wheeling we dragged the carcass along it; one horseman being on the burnt ground, and one on the unburnt grass, while hte body of the steer lay lengthwise across the line. The weight and the blood smothered the fire as we twitched the carcass over the burning grass; and two men following behind with their blankets and slickers readily beat out any isolated tufts of flame."
"They are marvelously tame and stupid. the young birds are the only ones I have ever killed in this manner with a stick; but even a full plumaged old cock in September is easily slain with a stone by any one who is at all a good thrower. A man who has played much base-ball need never use a gun when after spruce grouse."
"Though I have often and for long periods dwelt and hunted in the wilderness, yet I never before so well understood why the people who live in lonely forest regions are prone to believe in elves, wood spirits and other beings of an unseen world. ... At times the wind moaned harshly through the tops f the tall pines and hemlocks; at times the branches were still; but the splashing murmur of the torrent never ceased, and through it came other sounds - the clatter of huge rocks falling down the cliffs, the cashing of cataracts in far-off ravines, the hooting of owls. Again, the breeze would shift, and bring to my ears the ringing of other brooks and cataracts and wind-stirred forests, and perhaps at long intervals the cry of some wild beast, the crash of a falling tree, or the faint rumble of a snow avalanche. If I listened long enough, it would almost seem that I heard thunderous voices laughing and calling to one another, and as if at any moment some shape might stalk out of the darkness into the dim light of the embers."
"...so as to bring about what is known as a silver thaw. Every twig was sheathed in glittering ice, and in the moonlight the forest gleamed as if carved out of frosted silver."
"But heard at a little distance, and in its proper place, the call of the wapiti is one of the grandest and most beautiful sounds in nature. Especially is this the case when several rivals are answering one another, on some frosty moonlight night in the mountains. The wild melody rings from chasm to chasm under the giant pines, sustained and modulated, through bar after bar, filled with challenge and proud anger. It thrills the soul of the listening hunter."
"At the head, to pick the path, rode silent old Woody, a true type of the fast-vanishing race of game hunters and Indian fighters, a man who had been one of the California forty-niners, and who ever since had lived the restless, reckless life of the wilderness."
"...pinyon - a queer conifer, growing very high on the mountains, its multiforked trunk and wide-spreading branches giving it the rounded top, and, at a distance, the general look of an oak rather than a pine."
"The man who does not give up, but hunts steadily ad resolutely through the spells of bad luck until the luck turns, is the man who wins success in the end."
June 27, 2023
The Wilderness Hunter
Theodore Roosevelt
Published in 1893 before TR’s “crowded hours” during which he became a war hero, undersecretary of the Navy, police commissioner, governor, vice president and president, The Wilderness Hunter is his account of several hunting expeditions throughout the west.
It was a time before that territory was fenced off. Much of the game he sought was more plentiful than now, but several species were diminishing and in danger of becoming extinct. Roosevelt speaks to this in the book.
As he seemed to do about everything, he acted on these concerns and is partly responsible for saving the American bison, responsible hunting practices, and conservation.
Listening to the book as an audiobook enhanced the enjoyment for me. The person who read it did so in a manner that you can envision yourself sitting around a campfire with TR while he regaled the group with stories of his adventures.
Theodore Roosevelt
Published in 1893 before TR’s “crowded hours” during which he became a war hero, undersecretary of the Navy, police commissioner, governor, vice president and president, The Wilderness Hunter is his account of several hunting expeditions throughout the west.
It was a time before that territory was fenced off. Much of the game he sought was more plentiful than now, but several species were diminishing and in danger of becoming extinct. Roosevelt speaks to this in the book.
As he seemed to do about everything, he acted on these concerns and is partly responsible for saving the American bison, responsible hunting practices, and conservation.
Listening to the book as an audiobook enhanced the enjoyment for me. The person who read it did so in a manner that you can envision yourself sitting around a campfire with TR while he regaled the group with stories of his adventures.
February 14, 2024
Again, superior Roosevelt writing, descriptive and exhilarating prose BUT, while for the era when hunting and killingsabundant wildlife was admired I tired of Roosevelt's and those accompanying him their extensive killing of wildlife, 4 deer in one outing, moose whose meat he did not like to eat and whose hides, he stated, were not useful as were Deer and Elk hides. I read the first chapter plus, then the last then put the book down. In Roosevelt's favor he stated the deer and elk meat were needed to feed the ranch hands, however I question why not the cattle they were raising and herding on the ranch??????? Again Roosevelt's writing is entertaining and easy reading. It is significant that he recorded so much of his adventuring. He was robust, strong, courageous and seemingly without fear and very skilled and comfortable in the outdoors. An amazing man!!!!!
August 9, 2025
While I’m not a fan of detailed hunting stories in general, and I was made uncomfortable more than a few times by his vivid descriptions of killing the animals, this was one of the most poetically beautiful books I’ve ever read. You can really feel the love and respect that he holds for the world around him. There was also, surprisingly, far less racism than I expected for a book written at this time.
On the whole, this book feels like what many get from Hemingway’s books, though I’ve never been a fan. The language was so beautifully descriptive that I felt like I was with him on all of these hunting trips. I was rapt. Earnest Hemingway could never.
On the whole, this book feels like what many get from Hemingway’s books, though I’ve never been a fan. The language was so beautifully descriptive that I felt like I was with him on all of these hunting trips. I was rapt. Earnest Hemingway could never.
January 12, 2021
Gives an interesting look into hunting in the late 1800's as well as the landscape of the early undeveloped west of America. At times the writing was a little monotonous, but still an intriguing read nonetheless
January 13, 2019
Outstanding!
July 25, 2021
I read the Cosimo publications edition and it is not complete. They edited out original content from the book, therefore it is a sham.
August 18, 2021
I’ve haven’t read a book by an American President before, and not entirely sure this one counts, but I enjoyed it and feel like I’m better equipped to hunt a Moose.
October 30, 2022
a man doing a mans job
November 11, 2024
Great book, full of stories and firsthand experiences. I wish I could get a physical copy of the book but it appears that they are rare and very, very expensive.
November 7, 2025
TR writers that the wilderness is gone based on such a statement the book should be titled TR Goes On Hunts for Fresh Meat, hahahaha.
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December 20, 2017This book was reprinted using OCR (Optical Character Recognition). The pictures weren't reproduced, which would have been a great help with knowing what animals were being talked about.
I enjoyed President T. Roosevelt's writing! His descriptions have me seeing what he's talking about. His discussion of the firearms used in hunting would be really looked down on today! The calibers he talks about people want to outlaw today!
I enjoyed President T. Roosevelt's writing! His descriptions have me seeing what he's talking about. His discussion of the firearms used in hunting would be really looked down on today! The calibers he talks about people want to outlaw today!
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