THE: OREGON SPORTSMAN Al 
had killed a doe, we started for the ford. There we found where 
Hutchins had left the others. With infinite patience, we followed his 
wanderings until we found where he had made the “kill.” Hidden 
away in the ferns and fir boughs we found a beautiful little spiked 
buck, just as he had told us. By this time it was lunch time, and we 
sought a little spring from which the cold water trickled and proceeded 
to eat our lunch. After resting a short time, Walker picked up his 
gun, remarking, “We had better be going, Jim.” In almost the same 
breath he whispered, “There’s a big buck!” By this time the buck 
was in motion, and as he passed through an open space in the woods, 
we both fired and at the report of the guns down came the buck. 
He proved to be a beautiful four-pointer, known to every one who 
hunts in that vicinity as a “Bench Leg.’ We weighed him later and 
found that he dressed 185 pounds. We examined his bed and found 
that he had been lying within forty feet of us during the time we were 
eating our lunch. This proved conclusively to us that occasionally a 
buck will be found in the most pronounced doe country. 
We spent the remainder of the season patrolling the country for 
miles around. Twice we made long hard trips, locating hounds which 
we had heard baying far up on Mt. Pitt. In both instances we found 
they had been running bear and the owners of the hounds were able 
to produce the bear. On the evening of the 30th it began raining, 
and on the morning of the 31st we started for home. About four 
miles from camp we unhitched, hobbled our horses, and turned them 
loose, while we culled the country to see how many does and fawns 
we could see. In about two hours we counted 35 does and fawns and 
one buck. I took a shot at the buck, but for some “unaccountable” 
reason made a clean miss. About 2 o’clock we made another start 
and reached Butte Falls late that evening and Medford the following 
. afternoon, 
Since we were in that section the storms have come and driven 
the deer down. About two weeks ago Chas. Love, a friend of ours, 
en route from the Pelican Bay logging camp to Medford, passed over 
the same ground and without leaving the trail counted more than 
100 deer, mostly does and fawns. 
BALD EAGLE 15: KILLED 
* By Warvpen W. O. Haptey, The Dalles, Oregon. 
Two Pendleton hunters, Edward Harlow and Fred Stickler, while 
on a hunting trip after geese near Blalock, Oregon, killed a large bald 
eagle in a rather peculiar way. They had put out their decoys on 
the high bluff and were waiting for the geese to make their evening 
flight from the grain fields to their resting place on the Columbia 
River. As it was early for the geese to come in, the men were not 
paying any attention to their decoys, but hearing a noise in that direc- 
tion and looking that way, much to their surprise they saw a large 
bald eagle alight near their decoys, no doubt attracted by them. 
They shot the eagle and carried it back to Pendleton with them to 
show the superiority of Pendleton-made decoys. 
On a high rock island, just below the resting bar near Blalock, 
for several years two eagles have made their headquarters during the 
time the geese are on the Columbia River, and several times during 
the night, if you are within a mile of the island, you will hear the 
whole band of geese set up an awful roar when the eagles fly in 
among them to capture one. As this bar in the Columbia is one of 
ne seer resting places for geese, I think these eagles should be 
illed. 
