Photographing Wild Game 



to meet with the same answer, I finally de- 

 cided to stand up, in the hope that when he 

 arose he would hesitate an instant and give 

 me an opportunity. Upon performing my 

 part of the program, he gave one look in 

 my direction, sprang to his feet, and was off 

 with such rapidity that, although I snapped 

 the shutter, the resulting negative showed 

 only an undistinguishable blur, clue partly 

 to his motion and partly to my haste in try- 

 ing to make a quick exposure. 



We then followed in the direction of the 

 large band, the bulls of which were making 

 a great deal of noise. I finally located them 

 about half a mile away in the heavy tim- 

 ber. The shadows then were very long 

 in the open space, and I knew there was no 

 use of trying to photograph except in the 

 open. As a forlorn hope I told George to 

 hurry through the timber and get on the 

 other side of the band, while I would stand in 

 the open space, so that I might get a snap 

 shot if they came through. In a short time I 

 heard a commotion in the band, and a sharp 

 stampede in different directions, accompanied 

 by loud bugling by the head of the band, 



