Photographing Wild Game 



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Flashlight. Coon Taking His Own Picture 



String baited with old cheese. In more than thirty years coons had never been seen in 



Upper Michigan 



Soon the quick ears of the men in the 

 boat detect the sound of a deer feeding 

 among the lily beds that fringe the shore. 

 Knee-deep in the water, he is moving 

 contentedly about, munching his supper 

 of thick green leaves. The lantern turns 

 about on its pivot and the powerful rays 

 of light sweep along the bank whence 

 the noise came. A moment more and 

 two bright balls shine back from under 



the fringe of trees ; a hundred yards away 

 the deer has raised his head and is won- 

 dering what strange, luminous thing is 

 lying out on the surface of the water. 

 Straight toward the mark of the shining 

 eyes the canoe is sent with firm, silent 

 strokes. The distance is only seventy- 

 five yards, now it is only fifty, and the 

 motion of the canoe is checked till it is 

 gliding forward almost imperceptibly. 



