The White Sheep of Kenai Peninsula 



I had only gone some paces when we located 

 them standing on a snow patch which had made 

 them indistinguishable. I sat down and tried to 

 shoot from my knees, but the wind was coming in 

 such fierce gusts that I could not hold my rifle 

 steady, so I ran as hard as I .could in their direc- 

 tion, looking hastily about for some rock which 

 would offer shelter. 



The sheep made up the mountain side for some 

 three hundred yards, when they paused to look 

 back. I had by this time found a sheltered posi- 

 tion behind a large boulder, and soon had one of 

 the rams wounded, but, although I fired several 

 shots I seemed unable to knock him off his feet. 

 Fearing that I might lose him after all, I aimed 

 for the second ram, which was now on the move 

 some distance further up the mountain, and at my 

 second shot he stopped. Climbing up to within 

 one hundred and fifty yards I found that both the 

 sheep were badly wounded, and were unable to 

 go further, so I finished them off. What was my 

 surprise to find that the larger ram had seven 

 bullets in him, while the smaller one had three. 



These sheep would almost never flinch to the 

 shot, and it was difficult to tell when you had hit, 

 unless in an immediately vital spot. 



The weather continued unfavorable for hill 

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