222 FIFTY YEARS A HUNTER AND TRAPPER. 



the hair on the back of an angry dog and I well remember the 

 color of his eyes which were as green as grass. 



The deer stood and gazed at me for a moment then slowly 

 walked off. The deer had gone some distance before I could con- 

 trol myself sufficiently to shoot. The buck had followed the trail 

 of the doe up to the fallen tree and had caught me skinning her 

 and it angered him. Instead of running off he was determined 

 to attack me and the only thing that saved me from being severely 

 hurt was my straightening up just at the right time to miss the 

 thrust of the buck and the deer's missing me was what caused him 

 to leave me. 



This was the worst case of buck fever that I have ever had 

 and I do not care to ever experience a case of that kind again. 



