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Title: American big game in its haunts; the book of the Boone and Crockett club
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Grinnell, George Bird, 1849-1938 Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919
Subjects: Big game hunting
Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream Publishing Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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of them occasionally looking up andat once continuing to feed. Then they movedslowly off and leisurely crossed the gully to theother side. I dismounted, walked around the headof the gully, and moving cautiously, but in plainsight, came closer and closer until I was withintwenty yards, where I sat down on a stone andspent certainly twenty minutes looking at them.They paid hardly any attention whatever to mypresence—certainly no more than well-treated do-mestic creatures would pay. One of the rams roseon his hind legs, leaning his fore-hoofs against alittle pine tree, and browsed the ends of the bud-ding branches. The others grazed on the shortgrass and herbage or lay down and rested—two ofthe yearlings several times playfully butting at oneanother. Now and then one would glance in mydirection without the slightest sign of fear—^barelyeven of curiosity. I have no question whatever butthat with a little patience this particular bandcould be made to feed out of a mans hand. Major 28
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Wilderness Reserves Pitcher intends during the coming winter to feedthem alfalfa—for game animals of several kindshave become so plentiful in the neighborhood ofthe Hot Springs, and the Major has grown so in-terested in them, that he wishes to do somethingtoward feeding them during the severe winter.After I had looked at the sheep to my hearts con-tent, I walked back to my horse, my departurearousing as little interest as my advent. Soon after leaving them we began to comeacross black-tail deer, singly, in twos and threes,and in small bunches of a dozen or so. They werealmost as tame as the mountain sheep, but notquite. That is, they always looked alertly at me,and though if I stayed still they would graze, theykept a watch over my movements and usuallymoved slowly off when I got within less than fortyyards of them. Up to that distance, whether onfoot or on horseback, they paid but little heed tome, and on several occasions they allowed me tocome much closer. Like the bighorn, the b

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