HOW I STARTED PHOTOGRAPHING 



BIG GAME 



'ITTING on the ground in the sage-brush watching 

 for deer to come along a near-by trail, I had eaten 

 my lunch and was watching some ants who were 

 carrying away the crumbs of the food when I 

 heard a trampling of feet, and looking up I found myself sur- 

 rounded by a hundred deer. On all sides were does and 

 fawns — the latter half grown — and bucks of high and low de- 

 gree. The thought came to me, " If I only had a camera, what 

 wonderful pictures I could get ! ' There was the beginning of 

 the plan which was later carried out — not in its entirety, for 

 we could never achieve our ideal: the best chances, like the 

 largest fish, always escaped; but we succeeded better than we 

 hoped, then only after long and more than patient trial with 

 disappointments and hardships almost unlimited. Sometimes 

 we camped at a desert spring where the fuel was scarce for 

 our cooking and the water both scarce and of a poor quality. 

 Another kind of game would take us to some canon where the 

 scenery was grand, the river ran close by, and fuel was abun- 

 dant. Again, the game sought was in the high mountains, 

 where camping was a delight and the game were in the 

 most beautiful surroundings. Here we could enjoy the life 



