22 CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 



moment or two they passed on down the trail, unaware of 

 their proximity to mankind. After waiting an hour or two 

 longer, I returned home, and upon developing the negative 

 was elated to find it a good one — the first successful exposure 

 I had ever made in my game series. 



I have yet to see the person who can hide on these trails 

 and allow a band of deer to approach as close as they must to 

 secure good negatives without becoming excited. Probably I 

 am no better than the tenderest of tenderfeet. Some men will 

 not admit their excitement, while others freely confess that 

 they cannot command it. I could hear one man's heart beat 

 as plainly as if he were striking his fist upon his chest, while 

 a band of deer was passing close to our hiding-place. 



The next good negative was obtained the following spring, 

 when the deer were returning to their summer quarters. I 

 was in Juniper Mountain canon, on Bear River, with a com- 

 panion, when some deer came down to cross. We slipped 

 behind a big boulder, as close as we could, and by carefully 

 raising the camera until it peeped over the rock, I was able to 

 catch them on the rocks at the water's edge. (No. 3.) 



A year or two passed with but poor success, until, one 

 morning in October, my wife and I arose to find about four 

 inches of snow covering everything outside our tent. Hur- 

 riedly disposing of breakfast, we started down the canon, along 

 the edge of the water, much of the way with barely room to 

 pass at the foot of the rocky ledges which came right down to 

 the river. Arriving at the deer trails, we found signs that sev- 



