We went with her to her tent and helped to clean the fish, and it was not long before the appetizing meal was ready.  While Jim and I were cleaning the fish that the woman and children had caught, the man came back, and he had fifteen of the handsomest trout I had ever seen on a string.  He greeted us with a laugh and said this was the first stream he had ever seen where a man could take a long-handled shovel and pitch out all the fish he had a mind to.  “It is wonderful to think of the amount of fish that has been taken out of that stream, and they would not be missed if we wanted more.”

Jim said, “If you could stay here and fish a week, they would be just as thick when you got through as they are now, and will be until the spawning season is over.”

That night Jim suggested that we get up a party and go over on Truckee Meadows and kill some Antelope tomorrow.

I said, “All right, Jim, that is the greatest feeding ground for Antelope of any I have seen.  I will go and speak to my scouts now, and we may get a party so we can start early in the morning.”

I hunted my men up and told them what Jim and I thought of doing, and they were delighted with the idea.  They said that every man in the outfit that owned a horse and gun would be glad to go with us.  I told them to see everyone that they thought would like to or could go and for them to meet us at the head of the corral right after breakfast in the morning.

Next morning Jim and I went to the place agreed upon.  We were mounted and had our guns all ready for business, and in a few minutes there were forty-three men all mounted and anxious to go with us on the hunt for Antelope.

Jim told them that the hunting ground was eight or ten miles away from camp, and he said, “I will guarantee that you will see a thousand Antelope today.  Now we will all travel together until we begin to see the Antelope.”

The place called Truckee Meadows was about twenty miles long and ten miles wide and very level and covered with the tallest sage brush in all the country around and with an abundance of fine grass.  We crossed the Truckee river just below where the city of Reno now stands, and then we struck out south east, Jim and I taking the lead and the others following us.

When we were about five miles from camp, I discovered a band of Antelope.  They were probably a half a mile from us, and they were feeding in a northeasterly direction.  I called Jim’s attention to them at once.  After he got a good look at them, he said, “I will bet my old hat that there is a thousand Antelope in that band.”

We stopped our horses and waited for all the crowd to come up to us, and Jim pointed to the Antelope, saying, “There is your game.  Did you ever see a prettier sight?  Now my friends, I want every one of you to have an Antelope across your saddle when we go back to camp.  It don’t make any difference who kills it so we all have an Antelope.”