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THE OOLOGIST 



HUNTER'S LUCK. 



The sun was on its weary way try- 

 ing to get through the high mountains. 

 Also two hunters were on their weary 

 way trying to make it to a certain 

 stretch in the mountain before the 

 sun got up. My father and I took a 

 southwestern course from camp in 

 search of deer. Plenty of signs were 

 found. We intended to go south so 

 far, then separate and make a drive 

 against the north wind. It was new 

 territory to me, but my father had 

 been over this route. Just at the 

 break of day we heard wild turkeys 

 flopping out of the trees in a canyon 

 and flying to the open country above. 

 These turkeys, about 100, had a jolly 

 time as we watched them cross the 

 canyon. They gobbled and putted and 

 acted as if they didn't think there was 

 a hunter within a hundred miles. I 

 wanted to make a slip and kill some 

 of them, but my father said no, it 

 won't do, we are hunting deer; we 

 will soon be in the deer range on top 

 the bluff where the turkeys are. So 

 we let them feed peacefully away. 

 We sat down and watched them as 

 they went away, gobbling and putting, 

 happily and undisturbed. They soon 

 got out of hearing. Then we made 

 it through the rocks and on the top 

 of the bluff to the deer range. My 

 father told me to make a drive, keep- 

 ing the moon on one side of me and 

 the coming sun on the other. He 

 separated from me and took another 

 course. I lingered along slowly, see- 

 ing lots of small game, armadillos and 

 rattlesnakes; now and then a coyote 

 yelled in the distance. I soon found 

 that I had made a complete circle and 

 was back in camp again. So I beat it 

 back to the deer country, as the sun 

 was well up and I could keep my bear- 

 ings. I sa wa doe now and then, but 

 not a buck. Bang! I heard a shot, 

 not far away, and I went over and 



found my father and another hunter 

 that he had met. They were following 

 a bloody trail over the rocks. We 

 trailed his buck for a mile or more 

 to where he went into a deep canyon, 

 thickly underbrushed. Here we gave 

 up the trail as useless, and then my 

 father related the story of the deer. 

 He had walked slowly up a sloping, 

 rocky part of a big draw that led into 

 the canyons. As he reached the top, 

 a perfect picture stood in a small 

 opening in plain view. It was a big 

 buck with many points. He shot and 

 the buck turned a backward somer- 

 sault and landed in some brush. 

 Father got out his knife to stick the 

 buck and walked slowly to him, as 

 he struggled in the brush. Up got 

 Mr. Buck, snorted, and made it away, 

 my father not getting another shot. 

 We then took the trail for home. 



Ramon Graham, 1923, 



Fort Worth, Tex. 



LARGE SETS. 



The following list of large sets in 

 the collection of Mr. W. A. Strong, is 

 sent us. An examination of this list 

 will disclose many unusual sets, yet 

 many larger sets are scattered about 

 in the various collections. We have 

 many sets of species here listed that 

 are much larger than Mr. Strong re- 

 fers to — for instance A. O. U. Nos. 

 219 1-17, 144 1-17, 316 1-4, 456 1-7, and 

 many others. R. M. Barnes. 



6 7/9— Pied-billed Grebe, June 17, 1900. 



Walter C.Wood, St. Clair Flats, Mich. 

 58 21/4— Laughing Gull, May 18, 1894. 



B. A. Mcllhenny, Last Island, La. 

 58 78/4— Laughing Gull, May 18, 1894. 



E. A. Mcllhenny, Last Island, La. 

 77 14 /6— Black Tern, June 18, 1899. 



J. Claire Wood, Lake St. Clair, Mich. 

 130 2/11 — Red -breasted Merganser, 



May 24, 1913. Walter Raine & Son, 



French River, Canada. 

 132 a /lO— Mallard, June 30, 1910. 



