The White Sheep of Kenai Peninsula 



the other side, and we had passed them with the 

 mountain ridge between. Fortunately they were 

 all feeding with their heads away or they must 

 have seen us as we came out on the sky-line. My 

 man had the glasses and assured me that there 

 were two excellent heads. We now felt quite cer- 

 tain that these were the sheep we knew so well. 



We cautiously dropped out of sight and worked 

 back, keeping the mountain ridge between us. We 

 were well above and had a favorable wind and the 

 entire day before us. It was the first and only time 

 upon these hills that the conditions had all been 

 favorable for a fair stalk and good shooting. 

 Hunter did his part well, and brought me up to 

 within one hundred and twenty-five yards of the 

 rams, which were almost directly below us. They 

 had stopped feeding and were lying down. Only 

 one of the smaller sheep was visible, and my man 

 advised me to take a shot at him, and then take 

 the two large ones as they showed themselves. 

 Aiming low, I fired, and then as one of the big 

 rams jumped up I fired again, killing him in- 

 stantly. The smaller one that I had first shot at 

 went to the left, while the one remaining large ram 

 and the second smaller one went to the right. The 

 latter were instantly hidden from view, for the 

 mountain side was very rough and broken and 



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