Hunting at High Altitudes 



very last days of the hunt trying to get a good 

 mountain sheep head. The time of the year was 

 early November, and there were then plenty of 

 sheep in this locality, for they had already come 

 down from the higher mountains. Before this, I 

 had had experience in hunting sheep, but up to 

 that time I had not nor have I yet been success- 

 ful in getting a very good head. I have grown to 

 believe that, when it comes to hunting Rocky 

 Mountain sheep, I am a Jonah, although it has 

 been my good fortune to be quite successful in 

 hunting other kinds of American big game. 



One morning, the last of our hunt, I arose long 

 before daybreak, prepared and ate a hurried break- 

 fast and got well started by starlight. As has 

 always been my custom when still-hunting, I went 

 alone. 



Before there was strong daylight I ran across a 

 bunch of sheep, and I am ashamed to- say that I 

 fired at them, without knowing whether or not 

 there was a good ram in the bunch. In the dim 

 light I seemed to see a big sheep, and fired at it on 

 the chance that it was a ram. I was gratified, on 

 going over to the spot at which I had seen the 

 sheep, to find that I had made two clean misses, 

 since their tracks showed that there were several 

 ewes and lambs in the bunch. At the time I was 



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