me dashed down the slope I came up just along the sheep. With my glasses I could see that the leader carried a pair of horns, but that the other three rams were small as angels go. Lying flat I pushed my rifle over the crest and aimed at the biggest ram. There was four tiny bush stalks there directly in my line of sight and fearing that they might turn the bullet, I drew back shifted my position a few feet to the right. One of the rams must have seen something, as they were almost directly above them, and instantly they were off. In four jumps they had disappeared around a shoulder of rock giving me hint as to why a hunted shot as the last one vanished from sight. The bullet struck a few inches behind the ram, and the belly was empty. Looking down where they had been so quietly feeding only a few moments before, I called myself all known varieties of a fool for having shoot when the shoulder was good cover this the twig might have deflected the bullet. I felt very badly.