that deer? I've been following him for 

 an hour. Fresh tracks all the way. 

 Heard him twice. He went right by 

 here, kicked up the dirt at every jump. 

 You won't get a better shot in ten years. 

 What in tunket were you doing anyhow?" 

 "Who, me? Why-I-I was fishing/' 



"TDUTTERMILK FALLS" is one 



JL* of the show places in our neck 

 of the woods. The guide books make 

 mention of it, and the tourist and "one 

 week boarder" see it first. Also, when 

 one tires of fishing, of mountain climb- 

 ing, of tramping, and is in need of some 

 new form of diversion, there is always 

 "somethin' doin' at the falls." In the 

 presence of their majestic beauty, and 

 in the roar of their falling, tumbling, 

 foaming waters, deer seem to lose their 

 natural timidity and often, in mid-day, 

 show themselves in the open to drink 

 of the waters at the foot of the falls and 



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