FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 



The man who quits when he gets enough, with plenty of game still in sight, is a real sportsman. 



A MINNESOTA DEER HUNT. 



The 9th of November, 1902, just at sun- 

 rise, my father and I shouldered our rifles 

 and started on our long planned deer hunt. 

 We were bound for a loggers' camp, situ- 

 ated on some of our timber land, about 14 

 miles from Mora, Minnesota, in the heart 

 of the deer country. I was armed with a 

 30-30 Savage, and father carried a 25-21 

 Stevens, as he is a deer hunter of the old 

 regime, and was anxious to prove that arm 

 ample for deer shooting. We arrived at 

 camp wet and tired, but in high spirits, for 

 we had crossed many trails and feeding 

 grounds where deer had been the day be- 

 fore. 



The next morning we buckled on our 

 cartridge belts, shouldered our rifles and 

 hit the trail. We had hunted about 2 hours 

 when I heard the crack of the 25 on the 

 other side of the hill. I mounted a stump, 

 but saw nothing. Soon, however, father 

 came tearing through the brush. He had 

 jumped a buck, but the 25 had failed to 

 score. We held a council of war, and de- 

 cided to try a drive, so I struck out around 

 a little swamp, but had gone only a short 

 distance, when T caught sight of a deer on 

 a ridge, about 400 yards distant. I shot 

 the atmosphere all up but scored a clean 

 miss. Father heard the shooting, came up, 

 and we made up our minds to outgeneral 

 the buck. I went around the hill and sta- 

 tioned myself on a stump, while father 

 followed the trail, hoping to force the game 

 past my stand. The plan was successful, 

 for I was barely in readiness, when, high 

 up on the ridge, I saw father mount a 

 stump and wave his hat. Glancing down 

 a draw, I saw the buck tearing through the 

 brush and leaping over windfalls. My 

 Savage was at my shoulder in an ins.tant. 

 As the deer cleared a log about 200 yards 

 from me, he came into full view, and at the 

 crack of the rifle he went down in a heap 

 with a soft nose bullet through the neck. 

 When we arrived on the scene he was well 

 bled out, the bullet having cut his throat as 

 neatly as one could with a hunting knife. 



We dressed him, tied his legs together 

 with our neckerchiefs, and strung him on a 

 pole. Resting that on our shoulders we 

 started back for camp. We were greeted 

 with a shout from the cook, who came 

 out to meet us, waving a frying pan 

 about his head. The boys had great fun 

 that night chaffing an old wind jammer 

 by the name of Joe, who had said there 

 were no deer in the country, as he had hunt- 



ed the ground all over and had seen none. 



It rained that night, melting all the snow ; 

 and hunting being out of the question, we 

 started for Mora the next morning, after 

 arranging with the lumbermen to bring in 

 our deer. 



H. L. Bliss, Mora, Minn. 



USEFUL TO CAMPERS. 



725,960. — Combined Cane and Stool. 

 Charles W. Heeg and Charles A. 

 Klise, St. Louis, Mo. Filed Novem- 

 ber 10, 1902. Serial No. 130,686. 



Claim. — 1. The combination of a pair of 

 pocket tubes hinged to each other, head 

 and foot members carried by said tubes, 

 seat-forming arms and webs, means for 

 drawing said arms and webs into the tubes, 

 and means for projecting the arms and 

 webs to the exterior of said tubes. 



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