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of all to me was the great bull I was seeking. 

 There was plenty of cover, but I dragged myself 

 forward and crept as carefully as if there were 

 none. The creature I wanted was grazing on 

 the border of a little open glade and whenever he 

 lifted his head I shrank into the earth. 



At last I was within twenty yards of him with 

 nothing between us excepting a single bush some 

 six yards from me. Waiting till the elk's head 

 was down and leaving my rifle while holding my 

 camera ready, I stepped quickly to the bush and 

 standing beside it took my camera shot from a 

 distance of fortv feet. With the click of the 

 shutter the elk raised his head but so slow to start 

 away was he that I was sorry I hadn't walked ten 

 feet nearer before pressing the bulb. I was less 

 careful about crossing the ravine on my return 

 and losing my footing fell about twenty feet, 

 bruising myself and breaking my camera, but 

 happily not beyond repair. Fortunately the 

 plate holder was uninjured. 



On this Rocky Mountain trip I met Edward 

 Hofer, a guide who was especially familiar with 



