96 Deer and Antelope of North America 



shortly, and all that I wanted was to see where 

 he was. I followed his trail into the coulie, and 

 expected to find that he had turned down it, but 

 a hurried examination in the fading light showed 

 me that he had taken the opposite course, and I 

 scrambled hastily out on the other side, and 

 trotted along, staring into the brush, and now 

 and then shouting or throwing in a clod of earth. 

 When nearly at the head there was a crackling 

 in the brush, and out burst the wounded buck. 

 He disappeared behind a clump of elms, but he 

 had a hard hill to go up, and the effort was too 

 much for him. When I next saw him he had 

 halted, and before I could fire again down hfc 

 came. 



On another occasion I spied a whole herd of 

 whitetail feeding in a natural meadow, right out 

 in the open, in mid-afternoon, and was able to get 

 up so close that when I finally shot a yearling 

 buck (which was one of the deer farthest away 

 from me, there being no big buck in the outfit) 

 the remaining deer, all does and fawns, scattered 

 in every direction, some galloping right past me 

 in their panic. Once or twice I was able to per- 

 form a feat of which I had read, but in which I 

 scarcely believed. This was to creep up to a deer 

 while feeding in the open, by watching when it 

 shook its tail, and then remaining motionless. I 

 cannot say whether the habit is a universal one, 



