Photographing Wild Game 
far as we dared, we pitched camp in a little 
park, and picketing our pack-animals, started 
to reconnoiter. I found an abundance of 
fresh tracks and wallows, and finally saw two 
young bull elk feeding in the open. The 
only point which would enable me to get 
near them with a fair light, required me to 
get very nearly in line with the wind; but 
as there was nothing else to be done, I deter- 
mined to chance it. When I arrived at this 
point, I found that in feeding they had 
walked farther away, and I was obliged to 
crawl over the intervening space. We had 
nearly accomplished this when the circling 
of the wind gave them an inkling of our 
presence, and put them on the alert. We 
remained quiet, hoping that the wind would 
change back; but it did not, and they stole 
away into the thicket. 
About three o'clock we caught sight of a 
twelve-point bull coming out to drink. I 
could have snapped at him with a downward 
shot, as I was on the slope above him; but as 
the distance was great, I decided to try and 
get nearer. He walked in behind some wil- 
lows and, as I discovered afterward, lay 
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