American big-game hunting: the book of the Boone and Crockett club; . s a very different thing from the slow,deliberate movements that brought me there,and besides, in a few seconds I had the mor-tification of seeing my would-be victimsbounding across the narrow ledge that sepa-rated them from the mountain. However, Ithought with satisfaction that at least onewould meet its death from my companionin hiding; but, alas! although the rams al-most knocked him down, his cartridge missedfire, and the game ran safely by. Regaining my shoes, which was a great re-lief, I soon joined my companion, and t
American big-game hunting: the book of the Boone and Crockett club; . s a very different thing from the slow,deliberate movements that brought me there,and besides, in a few seconds I had the mor-tification of seeing my would-be victimsbounding across the narrow ledge that sepa-rated them from the mountain. However, Ithought with satisfaction that at least onewould meet its death from my companionin hiding; but, alas! although the rams al-most knocked him down, his cartridge missedfire, and the game ran safely by. Regaining my shoes, which was a great re-lief, I soon joined my companion, and thendiscovered the curious adventure I had beenmade the subject of It seems that when Ihad reached a point well down on the prom-ontory I must have disturbed a cougar, whichwas evidently there for the same purpose Iwas, and which had stealthily followed me asI proceeded toward the sheep. Old Woodydescribed it as highly amusing—I sneakingdown after the rams, and the panther sneak-ing down upon me. As soon as the beastgot an opportunity, it turned off, and, making98. ;-tin-Stalker. From Scribncrs Magazine. Big Game in the Rockies the descent, alarmed the rams and thusmade my hunt a failure. For several days I watched this point, butthose rams never came back to it , not long after this I was amply re-warded, and secured a fine specimen. Fromone of the high ledges I was looking downinto a sort of amphitheater shut in by mas-sive rocky heights. In this secluded retreata little band of ewes, with one grand oldpatriarch as their master, could be seen everyday disporting themselves with many a curi-ous gambol. After many unsuccessful at-tempts, I was enabled to get a shot, andgreat was my delight at depriving the littleband of their supercilious protector. Uponanother occasion I was camping away backup in the mountains, where there were abouteighteen inches of snow on the ground. Theweather had been villainous; there was nomeat in the camp, and I determined to s
Size: 1414px × 1767px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, booksubjecthunting, bookyear1901
