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C. following something a mile away to the west, so 
turning out of the road I followed him. Find- 
ing later that he was engaged in approaching a 
little flock, I turned north and presently noticed a 
single antelope standing on a butte. He was about 
a mile away and could be distinctly seen against 
the sky line. He appeared to be watching me and 
the idea of going after him seemed absurd, how- 
ever, I made a long detour and succeeded in getting 
a part of the butte between the animal and myself, 
then dismounting I hurried in towards its base, and 
ascending to the edge of the little plateau crept 
several hundred yards along it and then raised 
my head. I saw the antelope standing and look- 
ing straight towards me. Putting up the rifle cau- 
tiously, I fired at the white delta on his chest. He 
stood for a second and then fell over sideways dead. 
It was one hundred and thirty-five paces from 
where I fired to the dead beast, and this was the 
best shot I had at one of these animals on the trip. 
The horns were eleven and three-quarters inches; 
not large, but very pretty and my first Wyoming 
trophy. 
I had put my rifle down a short distance away 
and was engaged in removing the scalp and head 
when I noticed, galloping off, the herd to which 
my buck belonged. They had not minded the re- 
port, and had even watched my coming up with 
curiosity. Had the rifle been in my hand when 
I first saw them, I might have dropped another 
buck, but by the time I got it they were several 
hundred yards off. Of course it is one thing ly- 
