Flashlight picture of two does at the salt-lick in the forest. 
The salt was placed in an old tree trunk 
a month before the advent of the hunters, so that the deer had become accustomed to going there 
Our camp on Shingle Shanty stream in the Adirondacks 
noiselessly down the stream, hugging 
the bank on the open stretches and 
shooting swiftly around the narrow 
curves, hoping to catch a deer in the 
water feeding on the lily pads. I sat 
in front with the motion-picture camera 
on the very bow and a rifle by my side, 
but the work was not very evenly divided 
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for my wife in the stern was responsible 
for all the paddling. 
We were out seven hours but it was a 
morning of disappointments for, from a 
heavy rain two days before, the water 
everywhere covered the grass and other 
vegetation growing in the stream. Sev- 
eral times deer crashed in the bushes 
