ELK HUNT IN WYOMING 



bull, which I had marked as my own. For- 

 tunately, the cows ran ahead and I got a 

 quartering view of the large bull. The 

 bright reflection of the sun on the snow made 

 it somewhat difficult to fully distinguish the 

 body of the animal in the dense moving mass, 

 but I succeeded in locating it. Drawing a 

 fine sight on my Mauser I fired. The entire 

 herd disappeared over the crest of the hill. 

 The guide, who by this time had mounted 

 his horse, cried, "You have got a bull." I 

 asked him if it was the u big one." He re- 

 plied, "I don't know." In the confused and 

 changing mass it was indeed difficult to keep 

 track of any particular one. We urged the 

 horses to their utmost speed; the antlers of 

 the bull continued growing larger to the view- 

 as we drew near. Finally, with an exclama- 

 tion of satisfaction, the guide slipped off his 

 horse and congratulated me upon the kill. 

 "The largest head in the bunch." It was 

 indeed a fine bull, with a spread just short 

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