Shooting the Prong-buck 



rest for a couple of hours, then begin 

 feeding again. 



The last shot I got was when I was out 

 with Joe Ferris, in whose company I had 

 killed my first buffalo, just thirteen years 

 before, and not very far from the spot I 

 then was at. We had seen two or three 

 bands that morning, and in each case, 

 after a couple of hours of useless effort, 

 I failed to get near enough. At last, 

 towards mid-day, we got within range of 

 a small band lying down in a little cup- 

 shaped hollow in the middle of a great flat. 

 I did not have a close shot, for they were 

 running about one hundred and eighty 

 yards off. The buck was rear-most, and, 

 at him I aimed ; the bullet struck him in, 

 the flank, coming out of the opposite 

 shoulder, and he fell in his next bound. 

 As we stood over him, Joe shook his head, 

 and said, "I guess that little 30-30 is the* 

 ace"; and I told him I guessed so too. 

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