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FOREST AND S T R E A :\I 
August, 1919 
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FRANCIS BANNERMAN SONS 501 BROADWAY. N.T. 
A WYOMING SHEEP HUNT 
FATHER AND SON FOLLOW LONE TRAILS AMONG THE HIGH PEAKS 
OF THE ROCKIES AND SECURE SOME MUCH PRIZED TROPHIES 
By CYRUS THOMPSON 
ATURALLY, I have 
been hunting big 
game for a longer 
time than my son, 
but we have had 
many hunts together 
and he is following 
closely in my foot- 
steps as a Nimrod. 
In 1906 we had 
taken a hunt in Mon- 
tana and had not 
been very successful. 
When we returned from “The Hills,” 
and were waiting to take the train for 
home, a party of hunters came in and 
one of them had the head of a fine 
Rocky Mountain sheep. I can assure you 
I looked upon that as a prize, not so 
much with covetous eyes, but I did wish 
that I might be able to secure one of 
my own. 
A few years later we planned a hunt 
to the Wind River Country, Wyo., which 
was to he for sheep, elk and deer. We 
arranged with two of the best guides at 
Cody, Wyo., and started, with ten pack 
animals, two guides, a cook, horse- 
wrangler and ourselves, six persons, and 
in all, a train of sixteen saddle and pack 
animals, for the hunting country, about 
ninety miles distant. 
We traveled through the canyons, 
along the divides, and over the wind- 
sv/ept mountains, at an altitude of over 
11,000 feet at times, for five days, pro- 
ceeding on an average about eighteen 
miles per day, and at the end of the fifth 
day, i-eached the place where our guides 
had planned to st;p. 
The first day we arranged our camp, 
and in the afternoon one of the guides 
and I started for a nearby mountain to 
prospect. My son was to provide some 
beautiful and toothsome mountain trout 
for our cuisine and my guide, Ned 
Frost, started on an old trail alone to 
look for signs of game. When we all 
returned in the evening, Ned was jubil- 
ant, he had seen a fine ram not over a 
mile from camp, and we were to try 
our luck next day. We had the feeling 
that night of assurance that we were 
in sheep country, where for many years, 
we had longed to be. 
Next morning Ned and I started. I 
had a saddle horse, which sometimes I 
would ride and at intervals would lead. 
On other occasions, where the mountains 
were too steep for riding, the horse 
would go ahead, and I would occasion- 
ally swing on his tail. Fortunately the 
horse did not resent my familiarity, and 
we made progress. We had seen sev- 
eral small bands of sheep through our 
binoculars, but no good ones and none 
that we wanted. At noon we ate our 
lunch, rested, enjoyed the beautiful moun- 
tain scenery, and started back to camp, 
distant about six miles in a round-about 
way, so as to cover as much territory 
as w'e could. Ned was walking in front, 
I was riding a little behind, and as we 
approached a point where there was a 
precipice of several hundred feet, Ned 
cautiously looked over and motioned me 
to stay back, and in a low tone of voice, 
told me he saw a fine ram about half a 
mile down in the canyon, and the same 
one, he thought, that he had seen the 
previous day. I alighted, crawled over 
and looked through the binoculars, and 
saw the ram feeding. I asked Ned if 
there was any chance to get it, and 
he said that if it would lie down so 
•we could surely locate it, we might stalk 
it, but so long as it was moving around, 
we had but little show. We had not 
been looking at that ram ten minutes, 
before we saw it lie down near a tree, 
by which w’e could fix its exact location. 
We then started to get as near to it as 
possible. We tied the horse, laid aside 
our hunting coats, looked to our rifles, 
and our tedious stalking commenced. 
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Cyrus Thompson and the fine old ram which fell a victim of his prowess 
