SHOOTING IN WYOMING 
There is no more beautiful trophy than the head 
of the American elk or wapiti, therefore when 
one day C. spoke to me about making an expedi- 
tion after them, I was more than pleased with the 
proposal. We decided that Wyoming afforded the 
most attractive field for a little trip, and that our 
best chance of securing pronghorn or antelope 
heads was also in that State. The license permitted 
the killing of two wapiti and three antelope; it 
also allowed one mountain sheep and two deer, but 
we did not expect to come across these. Enquir- 
ing as to which route into the game country would 
be the best, we found that by St. Anthony, Idaho, 
into Jackson’s Hole, and by Opal and along Green 
River were the usual ways, and that our best chance 
of getting antelopes was by the Opal route as we 
travelled through their country from Big Pony to 
the mountains. 
We obtained the address of a guide, Teton Jack- 
son, who lived at Fort Washaki on the north side 
of the Wind River Mountains, and arranged that 
he should meet us at Opal, on the Oregon Short 
Line Railway at one p.m. on October 6. Jack- 
son was to bring with him another guide, one 
Arthur Fayler, and a cook. He was to have a 
four-horse wagon, and saddle horses for all hands, 
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