ELK HUNT IN WYOMING 



it had disappeared from sight I caught a 

 glimpse of the precious set of antlers belong- 

 ing to the bull I shot at carried in triumph 

 out of sight. They appeared but for a 

 moment in the narrow opening, in which the 

 intended victim was well protected by cows, 

 which formed a perfect wall of flesh which 

 no bullet could pierce and speed on to its 

 mark. We made another run under conceal- 

 ment in the hope of being able to* come upon 

 the herd again in case it should halt, which 

 it did. In an open space on the further side 

 of the mountain we confronted the elk at 

 close quarters. The rapid traveling in the 

 deep snow over rough country left me very 

 much exhausted. The first object that 

 attracted the attention of the guide and my- 

 self was a large bull of twelve points at very 

 close range. I thought in the hurry of the 

 moment, my vision perhaps being blurred by 

 nervous strain and exhaustion, that it was the 

 same magnificent specimen I had shot at be- 



