CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 75 



Monday morning finds us again on the trail near our home. 

 With my camera ready, I sit and watch. How slow they are 

 to-day ! I say to myself. Taking the field-glass, I walk to a 

 higher place a few steps away, but catch a glimpse of the sun 

 on the shiny coat of a deer, so I drop to my knees and creep 

 back to the camera. I sit almost breathless, watching for 

 them to come into the gulch and then down to the chosen 

 spot. Suddenly they appear — the leader in full view, then an- 

 other and another until all are in sight. On they come, right 

 up in front. I want that big buck. Click ! goes the shutter, 

 and I have them all. (No. 48.) Now I will try another 

 kind of gun, so I raise my rifle slowly and carefully, so they 

 do not see any movement; but the camera is in the way. I 

 drew a bead on the big fellow and fired, but somehow the 

 fawn came in the way and got the bullet in the neck. So 

 much for not holding my gun tight. 



On another day in October we are away out on the rolling 

 hills, far from any human habitation. Without a road, we 

 wander on to find some spring where the antelope come for 

 water. All day long we held on over hills and valleys, fright- 

 ening the snowbirds from the ground in large flocks; they are 

 omens of snow. When the sun is low in the west we come 

 to a spring in a gulch. Finding many tracks along here, we 

 decide to camp. In the morning, early, we put up a blind 

 on the hillside, where we hide the camera and wait until 

 noon. No game came in sight, so we had lunch, then de- 

 cided to look out a road down the gulch, as we must move to 



