The White Sheep of Kenai Peninsula 



almost entirely upon meat, my head man and I 

 started at once for the hills. The little stream by 

 our camp was swollen into a rushing torrent, and 

 we were obliged to go almost to its source a 

 miniature glacier before we could wade it. 

 Climbing to the crest of the mountains on which 

 we had seen the sheep the evening before, and fol- 

 lowing just under the sky line, we soon saw a large 

 and two small rams feeding on a sheltered ledge 

 before us. 



We much feared that they would get our scent, 

 but by circling well around we succeeded in making 

 a fair approach. I should have had an excellent 

 shot at the big ram had not one of the smaller 

 ones given the alarm. The gale was coming in 

 such gusts that it was difficult to take a steady aim, 

 and at my first shot the bullet was carried to one 

 side. I fired again just as the sheep were passing 

 from view, and succeeded in breaking the leg of 

 the big ram. Hunter and I now raced after him, 

 but the hillside was so broken that it was impossi- 

 ble to locate him, so my man went to the valley 

 below where he could get a good view and signal 

 to me. 



It is always well in hill shooting to have an 

 understood code of signals between your man and 

 yourself. The one which I used and found most 



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