Hunting at High Altitudes 



we went on a little further and found the other 

 bull slowly walking about, but very "sick." I fired 

 two or three shots into him and brought him down. 

 We now cut out such portions of the meat as we 

 could utilize and began to skin out the heads. Both 

 buffalo showed the effects of old wounds, and while 

 skinning out the head of the big bull we cut into 

 a horribly smelling sack at the base of one ear, out 

 of which sack fell a small round bullet, evidently 

 fired years before from an old muzzle-loading 

 Kentucky rifle. We also took from under the 

 hide of this buffalo an old 5oograin U. S. Service 

 45-caliber bullet. His great size had evidently 

 made him a target before he finally fell to* my .45- 

 60. It was so late before we finished our work 

 that we did not try to return to camp that night 

 but rolled up in our saddle blankets and slept under 

 a big pine not far away, after making the best 

 supper we could on tough buffalo steak. 



The next morning, after quite a circus with the 

 horses when we tried to load the scalps upon them, 

 we made our way to camp, I very happy in having 

 killed my first buffalo and that this was not only 

 one of the then so-called mountain bison, but an 

 unusually large bull. 



A few days later I decided to set out on foot 

 alone and hunt over the same general region for 



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