The walrus turned around and headed out towards the harbour. I chased him down to the end of the Point and watched him swim away. it so happened that Leroy Poole and his brother, Steve, were in a rowboat behind the Point. They were going after the walrus and they asked me to go with them. I said yes and jumped aboard the boat. The walrus was heading out along shore. I tell you he was getting along pretty good. There was two sets of oars in the boat and there was always two men rowing but we could not keep up with the walrus. Leroy and Steve took turns firing at the walrus, but again the bullets kept bouncing off. They fired 7 or 8 shots at him in all and none of them did any damage to the walrus.

When we got to Trap Cove the walrus stopped and climbed unto the ice. We also got up on the ice and slowly crept out to where he was. He was lying on the ice with his back to us. We managed to get about 10 yards from the walrus. Leroy only had I bullet left and he decided to fire at the walrus from where we were. He figured he was sure to kill him from that distance. He took aim and fired. Again the bullet just bounced off and did no harm to the walrus.

That last shot must have made the walrus mad because he slewed around and faced us. He looked straight at us and raised himself up on his back flippers. Leroy ran for the boat. I said, "It's no good to run because if he wanted to, he could crush the boat." I still had my 22 with me and I had a few bullets left. I figured the only way we were going to kill him was to shoot him in the eye. The walrus stood his ground and looked right at us. I took aim and fired. It was a direct hit. Down went the walrus but he still wasn't dead. So I shot him in the other eye and that finished him off. What a kill! It took a long time, but we finally got our walrus.

We gathered around the walrus for a better look. We were all amazed at the size of him. He was huge. I say he was about 14 feet long and weighed over 2000 pounds. The walrus was leaning over the edge of the ice. We tied a piece of rope around his head, we figured we would haul him in a ways. The three of us took hold of that rope and hauled with whatever strength we had. It was useless. We could not even budge him an inch.

There was no way for us to get the walrus home so we decided we would clean him out there on the ice. We did not have a jackknife to clean him with, but we all had pocket knives on us. It was a hard job to clean him because his skin was so thick. I would say his skin was about half an inch thick. We had to make 3 cuts with the knife before it would even go through the skin. When we finally got him cleaned we took all the meat and loaded it into the dory. I remember he had big shoulders, they weighed at least 60 pounds each. We also took all of his head and that weighted about 70 pounds. I took his heart and that weighted about 12 pounds. I also took his penis. It was about 3 feet long, was ivory in color and was covered in some kind of skin.