Hunting at High Altitudes 



pened, and was soon snorting at me from a neigh- 

 boring hill, but out of rifle shot. 



On the next day, while we were hunting, looking 

 for elk and mountain sheep, we discovered with the 

 glasses what we supposed was a band of elk feed- 

 ing on a steep mountainside. As we attempted to 

 approach them, a buck antelope with beautiful 

 horns got up within fifty yards of us on a hillside 

 and stamped defiance at us while he erected his 

 mane. We approached within thirty yards before 

 he would trot off. Had we not been after larger 

 game, the antelope would not have been so bold. 

 We left him staring at us with broadside exposed 

 a hundred yards off. How did he know we were 

 after larger game and did not wish to bother with 

 him? This often happens when one has plenty of 

 meat, but once get out of meat, and then see how 

 scarce and wild game can become. 



When we were within five hundreds yards of 

 the game already spoken of, creeping from behind 

 a little ridge, we discovered that instead of being 

 elk, these were mountain sheep. Their light color 

 ought to have told us this before, but we took them 

 for a band of elk seen yesterday. 



The sheep were in full view, and there was no 

 way of approaching them. We could only wait 

 for them to feed along the mountainside, and dis- 



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