Dala Mar 3, 1979 We left Fort Bayard and drove up to Gila Hot Springs where we visited with Isabel Campbell who runs the general store there. Terrible floods in November or December have torn the Gila River bottoms into shreds and left great bars of sand and gravel. This watershed is wilderness mostly ungrazed, so you can't blame the flood on cows. A hand-painted portrait of Bad hangs over the door. A mile or so up the river we visited Frank Smith, lion hunter for Ford & Dane Keys. He is a tall, quiet unassuming man whose adventure chasing after his pack on a lion trail match Elliot Barber's. One recent event intrigued me. After cold trailing several hours his dogs jumped the lion off a fresh kill. Chase went over a hill as Smith & companion followed in leisurely fashion, sure the cat would soon be tired. But when they topped the hill they couldn't hear a thing! After several hours searching he returned to the dead hill, dismounted, and traced his own dogs apart. We soon found the traces all entering an old mine shaft. Crawling on his belly he entered as proceeded with a cigarette lighter for his light. He found one dog whimpering there, stoop it out and returned. Crying along he found a hole in the floor -- a vertical shaft some 4 ft across. Far below he could hear dogs whining. Ahead in the main horizontal shaft he could see the eyes of the lion. We retreated as the