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.
Prvoga dana lova nisu vidjeli nijednog medvjeda, što je svima bila "koma", no drugoga dana, psi su  jednog stjerali u kut poslije duge potjere, no do onda je predsjednik već bio odustao od lova i vratio se u kamp na ručak, tako da je njegov pratilac u lovu udario životinju po glavi drškom svoje puške, a potom je zavezao za drvo i počeo puhati u svoju trubu dozivajući nazad Roosevelta kako bi ovaj imao čast upucati medvjeda.