Oct. 14, 1911.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
601 
Take a day off and go hunting 
Oil up your shotgun, get into your old hunting 
togs, then ho for a tramp in the cool, snappy 
fall air, over fields and through woods. 
Chances are, there’s plenty of game within 
reasonable distance, if you will take the trouble 
to inquire where it is to be found. 
A full game bag is sure, if birds are plentiful, 
your hand is steady, your eye true, and you 
are using shells loaded with 
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established 1802 Wilmington, Del. 
red station and section house, with a water tank; 
and at intervals of a hundred miles or more 
there were towns, some of them with fifty in¬ 
habitants, and some with five times as many; 
but away from the railroad there were neither 
towns nor people, except those red people 
whose conical lodges still reared themselves 
along the streams, and who then still hunted 
the buffalo with the weapons long ago devised 
by their forefathers—the bow and arrow and 
the lance. 
In hunting the antelope in a country that was 
level, or only gently rolling, the greatest requi¬ 
site for the successful hunter was an abundant 
supply of patience. In a broken country a keen 
sight was the important thing, but in a region 
where the antelope could see far, the hunter was 
sometimes obliged to wait for hours until the 
animals worked round into some situation where 
they could be successfully approached. This 
patience the Indian possesses in plenty, while the 
hunter of to-day is almost wholly without it. 
The old time white hunter, to whom the ques¬ 
tion of killing an animal meant food rather than 
sport, was abundantly patient. I recall two men 
who, because of this patience and because of 
their extraordinary skill with the rifle, were the 
most successful hunters that I ever saw. These 
were Capt. L. H. North and Charles Reynolds. 
Both of these had gained their experience in 
those old days when Indians were Indians and 
the plains were the plains, indeed. Captain 
North is still living, but Charley Reynolds died 
fighting bravely on the banks of the Little Big 
Horn in June, 1876. 
As the settlements spread out west of <he 
Missouri River, at first along the railroads, 
which soon began to be built in all directions, 
and then further and further away from the 
main line of travel, into the back country, the 
antelope of course was forced to move on. 
The plow, the mowing machine, and the wire 
fences were too much for him. He still dwelt 
in considerable numbers in the cattle country, 
where the cowboys still took toll of him, and 
saved their owner’s beef by eating his flesh; 
but for a good many years now the antelope 
has been pretty scarce in most localities in the 
West, so much so, that most of the States and 
Territories have passed laws forbidding their 
killing at any time. This is excellent so far as 
it goes, and such laws should continue on the 
statute books, and greater efforts should con¬ 
stantly be made to enforce them. In some of 
the States, notably Montana, antelope have in¬ 
creased very considerably; and in the Yellow¬ 
stone Park, though the winter range for these 
animals is very limited, there are a good many, 
perhaps 800 or 1,000 head. 
Though of late years the antelope has meas- 
ureably changed his habits, being now found 
occasionally in the dense timber, he was really 
always an animal of the open. The blazing sun 
of midsummer might beat down on the sand¬ 
hills, and the hard white sage-brush country of 
the Central Plateau, but it was never too hot 
for the antelope; he always seemed cool and 
comfortable, whether picking his way on dainty 
hoof along the hillsides, nibbling now and then 
a bite of grass or weeds, or lying at rest at 
noonday on some hilltop, or in some broad flat 
where the whole country was exposed to his 
view. If startled by the approach of an enemy 
he would race off to the top of the nearest hill, 
and stand there, stamping and snorting, until 
his fears overcome his curiosity, and led him 
to shift his position to some other safer point 
of observation. 
Antelope may be killed in a variety of ways. 
In the days of their abundance it was a com¬ 
mon matter to have them gallop up to within 
easy range of the traveler, at sufficient intervals, 
and to kill them without going after them. I 
remember that the commanding officer of Troop 
M. of the Seventh Cavalry, during General 
Custer’s expedition to the Black Hills, killed 
a great many antelope in just this way; and 1 
believe kept his troop supplied with fresh meat 
for much of the journey in this manner. In 
recent years, after antelope became less 
abundant, and more shy, it was often possible 
to race after them on a horse, cutting corners, 
until finally one might get near enough for 
several long shots. This method of hunting 
has been well described by President Roose¬ 
velt in his article, “Hunting on the Little 
Missouri,” published in one of the books of the 
Boone and Crockett Club. 
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