“I started off to look for the strangers.  My two dogs followed me.  After gitting away a piece, I looked back, and once in a while I could see old Tiger git up and shake the elk, to see if he was really dead, and then curl up between his legs agin.  I found the strangers round a doe elk the driver had killed; and one of ’em said he was sure he had killed one lower down.  I asked him if he had horns.  He said he didn’t see any.  I put the dogs on where he said he had shot, and they didn’t go fur before they came to a halt.  I went up, and there lay a fine buck elk; and though his horns were four or five feet long, the fellow who shot him was so scared that he never saw them.  We had three elk, and a bear; and we managed to git it home, then butchered our game, talked over our hunt, and had a glorious frolic.”

Crockett served in the Legislature for two years, during which time nothing occurred of special interest.  These were the years of 1823 and 1824.  Colonel Alexander was then the representative, in the National Legislature, of the district in which Crockett lived.  He had offended his constituents by voting for the Tariff.  It was proposed to run Crockett for Congress in opposition to him.  Crockett says: 

“I told the people that I could not stand that.  It was a step above my knowledge; and I know’d nothing about Congress matters.”

They persisted; but he lost the election; for cotton was very high, and Alexander urged that it was in consequence of the Tariff.  Two years passed away, which Crockett spent in the wildest adventures of hunting.  He was a true man of the woods with no ambition for any better home than the log cabin he occupied.  There was no excitement so dear to him as the pursuit and capture of a grizzly bear.  There is nothing on record, in the way of hunting, which surpasses the exploits of this renowned bear-hunter.  But there is a certain degree of sameness in these narratives of skill and endurance which would weary the reader.

In the fall of 1825, Crockett built two large flat-boats, to load with staves for the making of casks, which he intended to take down the river to market.  He employed a number of hands in building the boat and splitting out the staves, and engaged himself in these labors “till the bears got fat.”  He then plunged into the woods, and in two weeks killed fifteen.  The whole winter was spent in hunting with his son and his dogs.  His workmen continued busy getting the staves, and when the rivers rose with the spring floods, he had thirty thousand ready for the market.

With this load he embarked for New Orleans.  His boats without difficulty floated down the Obion into the majestic Mississippi.  It was the first time he had seen the rush of these mighty waters.  There was before him a boat voyage of nearly fifteen hundred miles, through regions to him entirely unknown.  In his own account of this adventure he writes: