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"CLUB FOOT,,r GRIZZLY KING, AND PIONEER
WILL BATTLE TO DEATH IN STRANGE FEUD
BY JACK JUNGMEYER.
Oroville, Cal., April 9. Old "Dad"
Fred Hefner, 63, Is -oiling up his gun
to settle one of the strangest feuds on
It's a club-foot that Dad is after.
Club-Foot is a great bull grizzly,
reputed the largest and most fero
cious man-killing beast that ever
ranged the Fhimas wilds.
The grudge between man and bear
began 25 years ago in a bloody dis
pute over Grizzly Peak, a rugged
mountain of the Sierra Nevada range,
where both sought sole dominion.
Every summer Hefner grazed
A HIDDEN SYMPTOM
"How yo' leel after de strawberry
estibble, deacon? Yo' looks fine." .
"Dass all right about lookin' fine,
dstah,. but while yo' can't see it,
Lh'm all broke out wif a strawberry
Texas longhorns on its grassy flank.
And Every summer Clubfoot, resent
ing the intrusion, coached his shaggy
offspring in the art of killing those
longhorns on the hoof and defying
"I ownedt that mountain until that
grizzy devil run me off," grumbles
Dad. "I named the peak when it was
only a hill; nailed by old red under-v
I shirt on a tamarack pole for a flag.
"Then I began meeting Club-Foot
on he trails. He weighed fully 2,500
pounds and feared nothing. Seemed
to bear a charmed life. Indians called
him the Evil Spirit, frightening their
children with his name. Many times
he's been shot, but we couldn't find
his vitals. Guess he must pack 25
pounds of lead in his pelt.
"We called him Club-Foot because
he-d had part of his fore-paw shot
away. His track was more than a
"One day I stumbled upon an In
dian lying beside the trail, dead. And
beside him was that club-foot track.
"A few nights later there was bawl
ing among the cattle. In the morning
two stripped carcasses. Beside them,
in the blood-soaked mud, the imprint
of the Evil Spirit."
The old man wiped the sweat from
his corrugated brow.
"He became bolder, leading 'his
band to open killings ia broad day
light, with me looking helplessyl on.
I couldn't evenmake a dent in him
with my old navy pistol. "He picked
out the balls like he'd scratch off
And once he lunged at nie from a
thicket and swiped at me .as I dodged .
behind a boulder. EUs weight carried
him down the slope, saving me that
"Then again we thought we had
him. Mexican vaqueros roped him,
but the brute just pulled their little
mule mounts right up to him by
grasping the lariats in his paws. Hav-