often stalked bison to within 20 feet, and then was unable to fire at them owing to the thick cover and the inadvisability of inviting a charge. I had hoped to meet them grazing either in a valley or on the open top of a hill and so get a picked shot, but this opportunity only came once. It happened in this way. A friend and I were out after bison, and we were quietly making our way in between two hills when we disturbed one which had been lying down on the hill to our left. It dashed away along the spur of the hill for some distance and then down with the intention of crossing the valley to the hill on our
right. We rushed forward and by some chance I reckoned that it would take a path which was fairly uncovered on the side of the hill to our right. I immediately covered the spot with my rifle, intending to draw the trigger on sight of the animal passing. My anticipation proved correct, but just as I was about to shoot our shikari bobbed his helmet covered head right in front and I just managed to take my finger off the trigger in time. It was a most extraordinary piece of good luck that we had not a dead shikari in
place of the bison which escaped. This was the nearest chance to a clear shot that I ever obtained in periodical excursions after bison extending over ten or eleven years. Towards the end of the rains about September and October, what is commonly known as bison grass, called by the Burmese apyamgsa myet,a grows to a height of two or three feet in those parts of the forest below the hills where the trees overhead are sparce, and along the banks of streams. This grass is so tender and succulent that bison travel far afield to find it, and then is the time for sportsmen desirous of obtaining a trophy or two. The bison
generally come down from their haunts in the evening and make tracks back very early in the morning, but if undisturbed for any length of time they may remain for days without returning to the hills. Having discovered the locality where the animals have been in the habit of coming for the grass, it is probable that patience and perseverance may be rewarded with aa bag.a It was at such a spot that I killed my first bison. It stood 6 feet
7 inches at the shoulder. The details of this particular hunt may perhaps prove interesting.
It was during the long vacation of 1906. I had decided to devote a few days to bison, and after some little searching managed to get upon their track. One morning we put up two animals which provided a long chase. I finally devoted my attention to a huge bull which was making towards the hills. I made sure of coming up with it during the course of the day, but, after a very long trudge, I gave it up, and about 5 p.m. returned towards the shooting box, which I had made the centre of operations. On arriving at the starting point, we decided that we should split our party into two sections, with a view to getting a wild pig on the way home for the pot. I decided to follow the lower track, the one nearer to the outside of the Reserves, but we had hardly separated when my tracker came to a halt before some fresh-looking footprints across the path. A couple of hundred feet away was a stream where we could see bison had been drinking, and I immediately gave up all thought of wild pig, and was after the bigger game. It was not more than fifteen minutes before we came to our quarry, a huge monster, with its body covered by a bush and its head visible and turned away from me. It was the work of a moment for me to fire at the junction of the head and neck, but the cocking of the rifle must have attracted the animalas attention, for just as I pulled the trigger, it turned its head, saw me, and was away in the bush. I felt that I had hit him, and followed in great excitement. A spot of blood, the size of a five-shilling piece, showed me that the bullet had gone home, and we continued the chase confident of the result. There was tremendous commotion in various bushes on the route taken by the animal, but we dared not enter them without the greatest caution. Somehow 01* other, we could not get a sight of the beast, and at last, as night was falling, we had most reluctantly to return to camp. The next morning about the first thing I saw was the bison which had given us so exciting a chase the night before, lying within a hundred yards of the spot where I first fired at him. It was quite alive, but lying down. On sighting us, he made a desperate attempt to get up and charge, but was bowled over by my second shot. I discovered that the poor beast had been hit high up on the shoulder, owing to his having moved at the identical moment that I fired. He had a compound fracture of the shoulder, and, having lain down, the wound must have become quite sore and the limb stiffened. He was an immense beast, and carried a fine pair of horns, but the horns of the bison are all large in proportion to the size of the animal. Two days afterwards I brought to bag a bison
1. PIG SHOT ON THE PEGU YOMAS. 2. WILD ELEPHANT.
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