Shooting the Prong-buck 



casions I find that the antelope have gone 

 on, and merely catch a glimpse of them 

 half a mile distant, but on this occasion 

 everything went right. The band had 

 just reached the ridge crest about two 

 hundred and twenty yards from me across 

 the head of the valley, and I halted for a 

 moment to look around. They were start- 

 ing as I raised my rifle, but the trajectory 

 is very flat with these small-bore smoke- 

 less-powder weapons, and taking a coarse 

 front sight I fired at a young buck which 



stood broadside to me. There was no 



i 



smoke, and as the band raced away I 

 saw him sink backward, the ball having^ 

 broken his hip. 



We packed him bodily behind Sylvane* 

 on the buckskin and continued our 

 as there was no fresh meat in camp, andj 

 we wished to bring in a couple of bucks if | 

 possible. For two or three hours we 

 nothing. The unshod feet of the horses/ 

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