Hunting Machine by Carol Emshwiller (Science Fiction Stories, May 1957) opens with Joe illegally modifying their robotic “hound” so he and his wife Ruthie can hunt a 1500lb black bear they saw the previous day. It will be the final trophy of their holiday.
The next day Joe releases the robot hound, and the pair then have a comfortable breakfast in the luxury camping site that has been provided for them. Later on the hound sends a signal indicating it has sighted the bear and is following it at a distance. Despite the bear’s best efforts, it cannot evade the hound.
Later on, after the couple have been following the hounds’ signal for a couple of hours, they start getting close to the bear:
[They] stopped for lunch by the side of the same stream the bear had waded, only lower down. And they used its cold water on their dehydrated meal—beef and onions, mashed potatoes, a lettuce salad that unfolded in the water like Japanese paper flowers. There were coffee tablets that contained a heating unit too and fizzled in the water like firecracker fuses until the water was hot, creamy coffee.
The bear didn’t stop to eat. Noon meant nothing to him. Now he moved with more purpose, looking back and squinting his small eyes.
The hunter felt the heart beat faster, the breathing heavy, pace increasing. Direction generally south.
Joe and Ruthie followed the signal until it suddenly changed. It came faster; that meant they were near.
They stopped and unfolded their guns. “Let’s have a cup of coffee first,” Ruthie said.
“Okay, Hon.” Joe released the chairs which blew themselves up to size. “Good to take a break so we can really enjoy the fight.”
While they have their coffee, the hound is instructed to goad the bear into a fury before it starts driving it towards them. When the pair eventually sight the bear, and it runs towards them (spoiler), they only give it a couple of medium energy shots to prolong the “fight”. Then they get in each other’s way and fall over—and Joe panics and orders the hound to intervene. It quickly kills the bear and, afterwards, Joe surveys the corpse and decides it is too moth-eaten to skin for a trophy.
This is quite well done for the most part, and the story makes its point about the cruelty and vacuousness of hunting (especially when you have such an overwhelming technological advantage). However, the story’s final events are flat and anticlimactic, and I’d rather hoped there would be a clever biter-bit ending.
**+ (Average to Good). 2,200 words. Story link.