out regret, I confess) and cautiously 

 tried to acquire a new vocabulary and 

 some new ideas. 



Of course, plenty of women have 

 handled guns and have gone to the 

 Rocky Mountains on hunting trips 

 but they were not among my friends. 

 However, my imagination was good, 

 and the outfit I got together for my 

 first trip appalled that good man, my 

 husband, while the number of things I 

 had to learn appalled me. 



In fact, the first four months spent 

 ' Out West ' were taken up in learning 

 how to ride, how to dress for it, how to 

 shoot, and how to philosophise, each of 

 which lessons is a story in itself. But 

 briefly, in order to come to this story, 

 I must have a side talk with the 

 Woman-who-goes-hunting-with-her-hus- 

 band. Those not interested please omit 

 the next chapter. 



