182 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
second shot broke his back and he went over a slide down the hill, 
bawling every time he hit. It was a spike buck. Next came a two- 
point over the same route, and the fourth shot finished him and he 
went down over the slide. 
The big one took straight up the hill, and I shot six times at 
him at about 600 yards with a 40-60 Marlin. I don’t think I erip- 
pled him very badly, as every time I would shoot he would open the 
throttle a little more, and you ought to have seen him go. More 
profanity; but I had to go it single-handed this time. I decided he 
was no good anyway, for if he was, even half the names I called 
him, one bite of his meat would give a man the hydrophobia. 
I went on down and we dressed the two and started for camp 
about 9:30 A. M. I have carried some big deer in some very rough 
places, but that little yearling and my little gun (40-60) was the 
biggest pack I ever had by the time we got to camp. Hot; yes, it 
was worse than that. 
We finally got out of that hole, but it was: getting cooler by that 
time, for it was about 4 P. M. when we reached the top of the 
mountain. 
When we got within hearing of camp, we heard four more shots 
in the direction ©. had taken, and before long we heard him hollo 
up on the ridge, ‘‘Bring up the horse and pack saddle,’’ says he. 
ie ,’? says we, ‘‘if you want them, come down and get them,’’ 
for we were some tired and had to stop and rest about every twenty 
yards. He came on down to camp and got there about the same time 
we did. He saw seven in one bunch, about six or seven hundred yards 
away, and they were running from him, and he did all the shooting 
we heard in the morning and got them bewildered and they ran toward 
him and sneaked in a vinemaple thicket. He sat on a log until about 
noon and decided they would stay there until evening. He then 
returned to camp and got some more shells and went back. About 
4:30 the fog began to come up the canyon, so he went down in there 
and a four-point jumped out about thirty feet from him. *He shot 
him behind the shoulder, and the jacket left the lead and hit him in 
the neck. He saw a two-point run through a little opening and got 
him, too. 
We ate supper and then took the horse and went up and got his 
two and returned to camp about 10 P. M. We were some tickled bunch 
of kids with those four deer hung up in camp. 
Next morning we packed all four on the old black mare and hit 
the trail for home. When we got out to Chase, we borrowed a one- 
horse wagon and loaded the deer into it, as the old mare wanted 
to lay down all the time, no wonder, for those deer weighed over 400 
pounds and she had packed them about fifteen miles. 
We got home that night, and there was some excitement among 
the neighbors, as some of them had never seen -a deer before. 
I don’t know whether that fellow ever got his hay put up or not 
‘¢‘Fishing is more than catching. Its pleasures are the whole out- 
doors. Appreciation is the secret of the lure.’’—Theodore Macklin. 

‘‘TLet us make the best of the time yet allotted to us and 
regain what of youth is possible—let us go a-fishing.’’—Andrew Lang. 
