...........A party of us were away North. One member had just bagged a mountain goat - about timber line. My partner and I were not far off, so we went over to the lucky hunter to offer felicitations and to photograph the trophy. We where about to go our way, when several heavy shoots rang out from above. "That's George, he's got something. Come on !" So away we all scrambled! Another shot! Helter-skelter, along rocky ledges, up and ever up! "Boom!" Excitedly, we hastened our already break neck pace across, expecting to find our Pal with a least a grizzly, or maybe, a fine goat with a record head; to our utter astonishment all he had to show for all the cannonading where plump ptarmigan-about the size of barnyard pigeons. And, blyme, he'd blown their heads off with full charge cartridges in a .350 Rigby Magnum rifle! What a man!..........

This is a quip from a story by noted Canadian outdoor writer Bertram Chichester back in the 20's or 30's.

Years ago while leaning on the back bar at the Explorers Club in NYC, Jack Hem read us a story his Dad had recorded about a trip in the O'Kanagan Lake area with a "George" hunting big game and mentioning that his "Rigby" rifle performed very well. So accurate that along with a museum bag of big game he fed well on headshot ptarmigan. This "George" was George Bird Grinell.