PRONG-HORNED ANTELOPE 
wind variations that are to be found in the home of the mountain sheep. 
It is, nevertheless, often difficult to find sufficient cover or any line of ap- 
proach, such as a dry watercourse or heavy sage brush, by means of which 
the sharp eyed animals may be outwitted. Where antelope are scarce and 
wary they are quite as difficult to kill as sheep, though the fine males are 
not so hard to find. I remember many interesting stalks after antelope in 
1886. They were then plentiful on the plains and even high up on the rolling 
foothills of the Rockies. Nearly all these stalks ended in failure, though I 
at last succeeded in killing two good males. Early in October we were 
driven out of the Red Fork at Powder River by heavy snow, and, descending 
several thousand feet, we made a camp in a wooded glen beneath a long 
open ridge. As camp was being pitched I saw on the ridge above us the 
finest buck antelope it was possible to find. His horns were unusually long 
and wide, and he stood, with his little harem of six does, on the skyline 
and watched our movements. The next day I hunted wapiti all day without 
success and in the evening spied the big buck feeding just below the ridge. 
After a long detour I only managed to get within 400 yards when one of 
the does saw me. Next morning he was back in his original position. 
The same story of failure was repeated every day for four days and on the 
fifth evening I again tried to stalk the buck. Having on previous occasions 
failed to get near him by coming over the top I thought I would attempt 
the stalk from below, as I had noticed a dry and shallow watercourse 
on the slope of the ridge. The antelope were feeding in a slight depression 
about 100 yards from the right-hand top of this, and immediately below 
them were three or four semi -wild cattle which had strayed into the 
mountains. The first part of the stalk was, as usual, easy; and then as 
I ascended to the balder side of the mountain the shelter of the water- 
course was reduced to scattered groups of stones and small bunches of 
grass. When within 300 yards of the antelope, I suddenly came on a huge 
cow. As I knew she would run if she saw anything, I had to remain still 
for a quarter of an hour before she passed the watercourse and fed on. In 
the slight depression where the antelope were feeding the grass was fairly 
long and abundant, and this, coupled with the inequalities of the ground, 
helped to screen me until I was within 100 yards of the unconscious band, 
This was the only occasion on which I managed to get within easy shooting 
range of these antelopes. Placing my hat on some stones a little higher than 
my head, I raised myself to a shooting position, expecting to see the big 
buck. What was my disgust on finding that although the does all presented 
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