ROEBUCK SHOOTING IN BOHEMIA 



stubborn. They advanced and retreated, feinted 

 and parried, closed and broke apart, first one and 

 then the other seeming to have the advantage. 



At length I thought it was time for me to 

 interfere. 



I was using a single-barrel '450 express then a 

 remarkably fine-shooting weapon. 



Setting the hair-trigger, and taking a rest from 

 the side of the hackstand, I fired at the big buck, 

 and he dropped dead on the spot, shot through 

 the heart. 



The little Kiimmerer, as these bucks with mal- 

 formed horns are called in Austria, far from being 

 alarmed at the report of the rifle or the death of 

 his enemy, forthwith again attacked his fallen rival. 

 I verily believe that he laboured under the delusion 

 that he had killed his opponent. 



I had to literally drive him away from the life- 

 less animal in the end ! 



This buck had the highest horns of any I have 

 shot they taped 8 inches from base to tip, 

 measured in a straight line, without following the 

 curve. It was a longish shot, too. I stepped the 

 distance from the hochstand to the dead beast, and 

 found it to be exactly 1 1 2 yards. 



