Strung. 1921. Nine Mile Mt. 123. Blue Grouse with family. I hasted in imitation of a cock grouse, she got very excited stood straight up walking nervously up and down the branch, then hopping to a lower branch she sidled back to the original place I scared her from, and on being closely pressed there flew back to the trees. After a period of quiet - she evidently flew to the ground in the bush for soon in response to very two clucks from the brush a small youngster rose from above me and flew to the old bird. This is evidently the bird I saw yesterday near the same spot. Put up specimens the rest of the morning, and unsuccessfully watched for marmots most of the afternoon. It was evidently too hot for there was no movement in the slide, and I only saw one Marmot asleep top of a big well, two far off for a sure shot, so I left him to his slumber and took a nap myself. We are expecting bears any time now, the sooner the better! This evening I took the 32 down to the bottom of the slide and got several long and unsuccessful shots at Marmots. Finally are I shoot his head and neck out between two rocks about fifty yards off and I plugged him square, it was a very big adult male weighing I should judge between 15 and 20 pounds. Black face, grey white forequarters, dark