The first day of the hunt, they didn't see a single bear, so it was a big bummer for everyone, but the second day, the dogs cornered one after a really long chase, but by that point, the president had given up and gone back to camp for lunch, so his hunting guide cracked the animal on the top of the head with the butt of his rifle, and then tied it up to a tree and started tooting away on his bugle to call Roosevelt back so he could have the honor of shooting it. The bear was a female. It was dazed, injured, severely underweight, a little mangy-looking, and when Roosevelt saw this animal tied up to the tree, he just couldn't bring himself to fire at it.
El segundo día, los perros arrinconaron un oso luego de una larga persecución, pero en ese momento, el presidente había renunciado y regresado al campamento a almorzar, así que el guía de caza le dio al animal en la cabeza con la culata del rifle, y luego lo ató a un árbol y empezó a hacer sonar su corneta llamando a Roosevelt para que tuviera el honor de dispararle. Era una osa. Estaba aturdida, herida, con muy bajo peso, un poco venida a menos, y cuando Roosevelt vio al animal atado al árbol, sencillamente no se atrevió a dispararle.