36 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 

Out at 8 o’clock the next morning, with full determination to 
bring one of those wise gray-nosed boys into camp. We took the same 
line-up of the previous afternoon, every one to hunt his own way. The 
sun had just begun to cast its first rays. I had left my horse some 
little distance away and was resting on a fallen tree, when my attention 
was attracted by a suspicious noise about eighty yards away. Looking 
in that direction, I could see the brush moving as though an old buck 
was horning one of the little trees. I did not have time to gulp my 
heart down more than twice until there walked out the largest and 
most beautiful black-tail buck it has ever been my privilege to See. 
A moment later the lordly old fellow had fallen a prey to my 250-3000 
Savage. This deer was a five-point and tipped the scales in Medford 
five days later at 184 pounds. Mr. Cochran also “connected” with a 
nice four-point buck, while P. L. got one chance shot and missed. J. H. 
again took his deer into camp. I left mine to be carried in later. 
No amount of time had been spent on this morning hunt, so we had 
time during the day to initiate P. L. in the fishing game. He sure 
hooked a lot of ’em, but they had a way about them of wriggling off 
the hook before they came to the net. On arriving at camp again, 
Milo, who was still with us, reported seeing a large brown bear across 
the lake. We had agreed, however, not to kill any bear, so little 
enthusiasm was shown. J. H. didn’t care to go out any more that day, 
so P. L., Milo and myself went back to get the big buck. We had a 
real scrimmage putting him on the horse, but we finally got him 
there and fastened a “long” hitch, then Milo took him to camp, while 
P. L. and I took a little evening hunt. I did not see a deer, but P. L. 
bagged a dandy forked horn, which we took to camp with us, arriving 
there quite a while after dark. Every one was happy over the success 
of the day. Milo got up a fine supper, after which he washed the 
dishes, got in night wood and a big armful of pitch for morning. The 
Cochrans and myself sat back with a display of considerable dignity 
and smoked cigars. 
