After the photographing and measuring were completed we resumed the sheep, a two hour job. The head, skin, & leg bones weighed at least 100 lbs and the old wolf carcass as we tucked it up in Bruce Mingle's back we looked at the ants we had seen a grizzly. It was only half past three but we were a long way from camp. I went on ahead hoping to put up a rebound or a wolf but we reached the summit of the first ridge with not seeing anything save a flock of chuckares. On the summit we found the trail over which we had made our way in the morning. Half a mile further on, it was walking freely to hunt until when he jerked me violently behind a ledge of rock--"Paw yang" he whispered "there in the woods Can you see him" I could not, and he tried to point it with my rifle. Just at that instant what I had supposed to be a brown rock, came to life in a swirl of dust & vanished into the ravine below me. For two minutes we waited--it seemed hours--then the head & shoulders of a sheep appeared from behind a boulder. It came low, fast and the animal crumpled out his tracks. A moment later three other sheep, two rams came dash out from