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keeping to the right or left of certain mountains or by follow- 

 ing streams. After a day's drive of the usual up and down 

 hill nature, we came to Trout Creek and decided to camp here, 

 for a mountain rose before us too steep for a tired team. Several 

 parties were in camp near here, and as every one we saw carried 

 a rifle, we felt that at last we must be in a game region. Even 

 here, we were near a ranch. It seems impossible in these days 

 to get entirely away from the haunts of man, at least with a 

 wagon. By using pack horses it is easy to reach points of such 

 dense solitude that the most selfish recluse should be satisfied, 

 but wherever a wagon can go the squatter may be found living 

 an out-door life, and finding all that he needs for existence 

 either through the aid of plow, pick or rifle. 



The following morning, after desperate persuasion of old 

 Gray, we slowly crawled up the mountain side, past two fern 

 thickets the first we saw in Colorado and about 10 o'clock 

 came to a fine spring, in whose neighborhood we were told 

 deer abounded. Here we found a Mr. Green, of Canon City, 

 Col., and his son Oscar in camp. 



That morning Oscar had seen fourteen deer. Butterflies and 

 even tents were forgotten, the forty-five -ninety taken from its 

 case, and soon we were scouring the mountains back of camp 

 where deer tracks were so abundant that it looked as though a 

 large drove of sheep had been feeding. All the deer, however, 

 had taken to cover, and not until we had given up the chase 

 and were approaching camp had we a sight of one. On coming 

 to the top of a ridge we saw a large one running through the 

 valley some four hundred yards below, and both opened fire, 

 but the deer escaped. 



THE " BUGOLOGIST'S" DEER STORY. 



' Next morning, before daylight, I was up and starting 

 through the wet grass (it had rained during the night) in 

 search of a deer. One was found within two hundred yards 

 of camp, but it stood so still that I could not be sure it was a 

 deer until it gave one jump and was out of sight in the timber. 

 Less than half a mile from camp another, a two year old buck, 

 was found on the top of the ridge and offered an excellent shot 



