we would get a shot if he kept on but there was a deep ravine half way to us & he was lost if he turned into that. The tall big fellow ran straight toward us, while the one came to the entrance of the valley, my heart was in my mouth as he stopped for an instant & looked down into the corn. Then for some strange reason, he turned toward us again and came on. Three hundred yds. away he stopped, running about and looked at the ravine again as if half decided to go both. He flashed at me & I would it went longer. At the crash of my rifle, that was too to close for the shot fired by the bullet as it struck his body, but he only swung about, came for fifty yds. & stopped again. He was half over a small rise in the ground upland & I could see only ten inches of his back and his magnificent head. Of course I would not shoot at that and that line of gray brown ridge of body was a certain target at 300 yds. Three times I fired but only either cut the dust split him out or over dust. Try as I would I could not hit him. After this --