Jim then turned to me and said, “Will, do you see that open ridge yonder?” and he pointed to a low ridge about a mile from us right in the direction towards which the Antelope were feeding.  I told him, yes, I saw it.  He then said, “I will take all the men but you and two others, and I will station them all along on that little ridge at the edge of sage brush.  Now, Will, you pick out your two men and ride clear around the south end of the band, and when they start to run towards us, crowd them as hard as you can, but give us time to locate before you start the band.”

My men and I rode probably a mile and a half before we got around the herd, and it looked to us as if the whole valley was covered with Antelope.  I told the men not to shoot at first, but to give a whoop or two to get them started and then to crowd them for all they were worth, and when the Antelope got to the open ridge to shoot.

In a few minutes, after we started the herd of Antelope, we heard the guns of Jim and his men, and it sounded as if they kept up a continual fire.  When we struck the opening, I told the boys to get all the Antelope they could, and we had a plenty to choose from, for there were hundreds in the herd ahead of us.  I fired my rifle and knocked one down, and then I pulled my pistol and got another.  Just then I heard someone shouting at the top of his voice just ahead of me.  I looked to see who it was and saw Jim Bridger, shaking his hat at me.  I held up my horse so I could hear what he said.  He cried, “For pity’s sake, Will, don’t kill any more Antelope, for we have more now than we can carry to camp.”

I called my men to me, and we rode to where Jim and his men were waiting for us.  Jim said, “Will, I have been in the Antelope country twenty years most of the time, and I never saw so many Antelope together at one time as I saw here this morning; why, there must be fifty or seventy-five laying around here at this minute, that we have shot, and you would not miss them out of the herd.”

One of the men said, “It did not need any skill with the rifle, that hunt, for a blind man could not help hitting one of them, for as far as I could see, there was a mass of Antelope.”

Every man now went to work skinning and getting the meat ready to carry to camp.  My two companions and myself put two Antelopes on each of our horses and started on ahead of the others, and although it was five miles and we walked all the way, we got back to camp a few minutes before they did.

As soon as they saw us, the women came to meet us and wanted to see what we had on our horses.  As I threw one of the Antelopes off the horse, a middle aged woman said, “Mr. Drannan, can I have a piece of this one?  My little girls have just picked some wild onions, and I can make some hash, and I want you and Mr. Bridger to come and take dinner with us today.”

I told her to help herself, that I brought the meat to camp for all of them to eat as far as it would go.  Her husband came at that moment with a knife and skinned a portion of the Antelope and cut out what she wanted.  By this time the other hunters began coming in, and everyone was getting fresh meat for their dinner, and by the way they acted I thought they enjoyed the Antelope fully as well as they had the Buffalo.