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RECREATION. 



moose, a bull and a yearling, up to- their 

 shoulders in water and feeding on the 

 weeds. Of course they splashed away at 

 the sight of us and disappeared into the 

 woods. 



The open season does not begin until 

 October, but by payment of a small fee 

 one may obtain a license to shoot one deer 

 in September. I had no gun with me, but 

 as Henry offered to lend me his 30-30, I 

 secured a license from the authorities at 

 Greenville. Thereafter during my stay I 

 carried the rifle on all my trips. Several 

 times I had good chances at game, but not 

 until I had almost given up in despair at 

 my poor marksmanship did I bring down 

 my deer. 



A day or 2 before my departure, as we 

 were paddling slowly down the lake 

 toward the house, Henry suddenly whis- 



pered to me to get the gun ready, as he 

 heard a deer splashing in the water around 

 a point just ahead of us. I hastily pumped 

 a cartridge into the barrel and waited, al- 

 most breathlessly, as Henry propelled us 

 noiselessly around the point. All at once 

 we came directly on a young buck stand- 

 ing on the shore with head up, sniffing the 

 air suspiciously, not 50 feet from me. Tak- 

 ing a quick but careful aim, I fired. The 

 buck leaped convulsively into the air and 

 fell almost in his tracks, shot, by a lucky 

 chance of course, clean through the heart. 

 Hastily l'anding, Henry cut the throat of 

 my first deer and took out the entrails. 

 Then we loaded the buck into the canoe and 

 made our way triumphantly home. The 

 head, a fair one, I subsequently had 

 mounted and it now adorns the wall of my 

 office. 



AMAIEUR PHOTO BY A. K. B0Y1E8. 



WATER LINE FEATHERS 

 Highly commended in Recreation's 5th Annual Photo Competition. 



