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RECREATION. 



should happen along and fine us $40 for 

 having a deer in our possession in close 

 season, and as the sun was getting back of 

 the pines we should be moving toward 

 camp. 



We left a supply of grass for our friend 

 to feed on until he regained the use of his 

 limbs and then left him. On our way we 

 stopped at a favorite pool and laid in a sup- 

 ply of trout. There was not much said 

 about deer that evening, and the next 

 morning when we were paddling down 

 stream on our way to new grounds I gently 

 touched upon the subject, but Pete would 



not " rise," and changed the topic by 

 referring to the buck we had chased out of 

 the pond. 



Many a time I have seen deer wallowing 

 about in deep mud and watched their al- 

 most futile efforts to get out. Twice have 

 I seen young fawns strangled in these shal- 

 low ponds, and although I have always be- 

 lieved a large number perish that way it 

 had never been my fortune to see one really 

 swamped until that day. The deer seem 

 crazy for the lily-pads and risk their lives 

 to get at them. I wonder if any other 

 sportsman has noticed the same thing? 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY MRS. GEO. GLASS. 



•'WE ARE NOT LOOKING AT THE CAMERA." 



THAT TEN POUNDER. 



DEE V. BEAN, JR. 



Now, you've heard of " three men in a 



And how they went a fishing. 



All same as my two chums and me. 



We one day fell to wishing 



That we might go and camp out, well, 



Just have a sort of resting spell, 



A little outdoor life, and see 



Who was best fisher of the three. 



boat," We planned a trip, it was a fright 



The way we tore about, 

 And 'fore the sun had set again 



Were fairly camping out. 

 We fished, such half pound trout we caught. 



There was an awful batch. 

 But I'll ne'er forget that ten pound trout 



We hooked — but didn't catch. 



