ON THE SHEEP RANGES 



would imagine, by his position, that he had been 

 driven there by the storm. 



Cap had told me before of the habits of rams 

 in sometimes hiding like this, but before me thru 

 the glasses, as I peered between the heavy foli- 

 age ahead, I saw the most perfect example of the 

 hunted ram driven in fear to his hiding place. 



We planned that I should climb the hill back 

 of him by a roundabout course (he was 500 yards 

 away) and come down on him from behind and 

 above. Cap was to lie in ambush where we then 

 were, and we figured it out that if I frightened 

 him I would run him toward Cap. After an 

 hour's climbing and stalking I had circled back 

 of him, and to my disgust I found that it was 

 impossible to approach closer without making 

 some noise in the loose sliderock; also that he 

 was down-wind from me. While coming down 

 upon his position from the rear I heard Cap's 

 rifle crack three times, and when I heard his 

 shout I knew the ram was down. 



Cap had gone to sleep during my long stalk, 

 and was suddenly awakened by the noise of the 

 fleeing ram thru the brush as it passed within 

 fifteen feet of him. Grabbing his rifle, he placed 

 two shots out of three in the animal at about 100 

 yards while it was traveling from him. When 

 he reached the ram he found it down, the .250 

 having smashed one hip and one shoulder ter- 

 ribly. Yet that seemingly invincible ram sat 

 with his head up and eyes animated, apparently 



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