Western field . did we fail to see deer—butinvariably of the hornless sex. Having sat- isfied ourselves that the bucks were in thehigher and rockier country, we next planneda trip up to Bald Mountain, an elevationof almost 5,000 feet. On our exploratorytrip we saw some very encouraging signs,and Jims brother-in-law, Mr. Partington,got a nice spike buck. Mr, Partington madea phenomenal shot at the time, but swearsof course to this day that he hit just wherehe aimed. At 150 yards his bullet struckthe deer squarely between the eyes. Thenext day we made a trip to the head ofSalt Creek in the lower
Western field . did we fail to see deer—butinvariably of the hornless sex. Having sat- isfied ourselves that the bucks were in thehigher and rockier country, we next planneda trip up to Bald Mountain, an elevationof almost 5,000 feet. On our exploratorytrip we saw some very encouraging signs,and Jims brother-in-law, Mr. Partington,got a nice spike buck. Mr, Partington madea phenomenal shot at the time, but swearsof course to this day that he hit just wherehe aimed. At 150 yards his bullet struckthe deer squarely between the eyes. Thenext day we made a trip to the head ofSalt Creek in the lower hills, but with thesame old aggravating circumstances. In thatone forenoon we counted nine does andfawns. We then concluded that Bald Moun-tain with its high, rocky ridges was theonly place to find the antlered sex. Early one afternoon Jim and I saddledup old Dime, packed some blankets andprovisions and started for Live Oak Spring,lying south of the peak. That was one ofthe hottest climbs I ever undertook. As. TOP OF BALD MOUNTAIN. 170 WESTERN FIELD
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