Good Hunting 



At this season the big bulls are quite 

 easy to approach by any man at all 

 skilled in still-hunting, for their incessant 

 challenging betrays their whereabouts, 

 and they are so angry and excited as to be 

 less watchful than usual. Some of my 

 most pleasurable memories of hunting 

 are connected with stalking some great 

 bull-elk in frosty weather, when the woods 

 rang with his challenges. 



One evening in early October I was 

 camped high among the mountains of 

 western Montana. We were travelling 

 with a pack-train, and had pitched our 

 small tent among some firs by a brook, 

 while the horses grazed in the little park 

 or meadow close by. Elk were plentiful 

 round about. We had seen their trails 

 everywhere, and late in the afternoon 

 we had caught a glimpse of a band of 

 cows as they disappeared among the 

 pines. 



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