of antlers which leaped high alone the corner, but as I was about to shut when red bow my rifle was righted at the huge body dimly visible thru' the bush. In a moment and I would have touched the trigger, but the hunter caught my arm whispering practically "Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Of course I knew it was a long distance for the bullet could almost certainly have been deflected, but that trajectory seemed very & here a very desirable. A moment later the animal dis- appeared over the hill followed by three cows while left the J group came to the right. "They'll stop in the next ravine" said the hunter, and we ran up the hill side - I saw 'em', but I mean 'they' for I could not run. My legs were like lead & my lungs hurt ex- cruciatingly - I knew them just how vastly engaged they had to be. But 'I got red as fast as I could, while the wapiti were just in the next ravine - not quite in the next. We searched for tracks but the springy grass had let no trace, at least I gave it up and