A Day after Urial 63 



when the stalk appeared only a matter of a few 

 minutes, we got hung up on bad ground. After 

 some vain attempts to find a road, and against 

 Gul Sher's wishes, he was for waiting till the 

 urial moved, I sent the gun -carrier down to 

 try and move them towards us. These tactics, 

 though commonly practised in deer-stalking, 

 are rarely successful with the wild goats and 

 sheep of the Himalaya, and if some really great 

 beast had been in front of us I should probably 

 not have tried them. Moving one's beast is 

 indeed very rarely attempted in the Himalaya. 

 One gets so few shots, and the toil is so much 

 greater than in deer-stalking in Scotland, the 

 issues in fact so much more momentous, that 

 one is loath to take the risk of driving a good 

 animal in the wrong direction. The writer has 

 shot some hundreds of beasts in and beyond the 

 Himalayas, but in only one instance that he 

 remembers was an attempt to bring them to 

 him, instead of his going to them, successful, 

 and that was a stag in Kashmir. 



It seemed a long time before we saw the youth 

 we had sent run along the road far below us 

 and then disappear. Our hope was that the 

 herd would, on getting his wind, come straight 

 up the ravine our side the ridge they were on, 

 and so doing would give me a shot. We had 



