I was in the saddle all day.

Frequently it would be my delight to take a pack-horse and go off for a week or two into the wildest parts of the Reservation, camp, and fish and shoot everything that came along, but the shooting was chiefly for the pot.
Young wild turkeys are a delicacy unrivalled, and I became so expert in knowing their haunts that I could at any time go out and get a supply.
One of my ponies was trained to turkey hunting.

He seemed to take a delight in it.

As soon as we sighted a flock, off he would go and take me up to shooting range, then stop and let me get two barrels in, and off again after them if more were needed.

Turkeys run at a great rate and will not rise unless you press them.
Big game shooting never appealed to me much.