looking- over carefully, I found were 
still very fresh. I took up the tracks 
and kept going up hill and down; hard 
work, but nothing in sight. I heard 
the sharp report of a rifle twice. I kept 
on going, and sure enough the brother 
of Austin W. was just getting ready to 
finish a one-spike buck. Of course, 
we knew each other well and were glad 
to see each other. He also thanked me 
for the splendid favor I did him by 
playing doggie. He said he was giving 
up when this little boy came along right 
in front of him, because, he said, the 
woods were full of hunters and he was 
very glad to have this chance. But 
what about me? Well, I decided to go 
home, and home I went. When I came 
near the village I met an old friend 
and he said Austin W. got a big doe. 
Well, I was glad of that, although I 
felt sort of groggy. I had just finished 
my dinner and it was about two o’clock 
when I saw Austin W. coming down 
the road. He shouted: 
“Where did you go; did you get 
your?” 
I answered: “Which one? I heard 
that you got a big doe,” which, of 
course, he affirmed. Then he said: 
“Come along, we are going after the 
big buck.” 
“He is dead, and Perly got the other 
one, and that is all there was,” I an¬ 
swered. 
“Never mind,” he said. “Come along.” 
We hadn’t gone more than fifteen 
minutes when we picked up two new 
tracks, and then I decided to try my 
luck once more. He took the biggest 
and I took the smallest, as I had no luck 
in the morning with the big ones. I 
had not gone more than ten minutes 
when I saw him looking at me. I let 
him have two shots. One in the shoul¬ 
der and the other in the belly. Down 
he went. He was a small buck, not 
over a hundred, but good eating. I felt 
a little better after that and kept go¬ 
ing along, thinking I’d find A. nearby, 
but I didn’t for a long time. About 4 
p. m. I found a little doe standing not 
more than forty yards from me behind 
some thick bushes. For a moment I 
thought, “Shall I or shall I not?” I 
said to myself, “Two small ones are 
better than one,” so I let her have it. 
Two shots; one took effect through the 
shoulder and the other through the 
head, right behind the ear. After ten 
minutes more walk towards home, I 
met A. coming across, looking a bit tired 
but confident. 
He asked, “Was that you shooting?” 
I said “Yes” and told him the story. 
He congratulated me. He was still 
following his tracks, l,»ui it was getting 
late. Suddenly we saw a big buck 
jumping some 300 yards away. I saw 
him first and said, “There he goes.” 
He saw him also and fired, but to his 
surprise and disgust missed him. We 
couldn’t find blood anywhere. We fol¬ 
lowed him for a little while, but it was 
no use, so we decided to call it a day. 
Well, I had my two which the law per¬ 
mitted me, and even if they were small 
I felt pretty chipper. A friend of 
mine took them out for me the same 
evening with his horse and pung, and 
I gave him the liver and heart of one, 
and he was greatly pleased. 
I had two more days left, but could 
do no more deer hunting according to 
law, so I decided to try my luck at 
rabbits and partridges the next day. 
Wednesday, Austin, Perly and myself, 
with the shotgun and birdshot, started 
out, kept going for a little while, but 
we all three made too much noise, as 
there was a crust on the snow, so we 
parted. The two went for deer and I 
for anything but deer. After a good 
hour I heard two shots, and not being 
far off from the sound, I kept going 
toward it, and found Perly sitting on 
top of a big doe. He says: 
“I just sat down to rest a minute, as 
I found no tracks when this lady came 
walking toward me.” 
Two shots! One broke its back and 
the other one is going yet. Well, he 
was almost crazy with joy, and yelled 
like an Indian. He had never done 
much gunning before. While he was 
cleaning the deer we heard a shot, and 
we both hoped it was Austin, and it 
sure was. He got a little buck, almost 
white. He said he shot him for curios¬ 
ity’s sake. Six deer! Everybody was 
happy and glad, and we three thought 
ourselves pretty lucky to do so well in a 
day and half. Perly was very grateful 
and he offered to take me to the rail¬ 
road station in his sleigh the next 
morning at 7 a. m. 
Wednesday afternoon I shot two 
partridges and one rabbit which I took 
home with me. Thursday, in spite of 
an all-day ride, I arrived at the North 
Station at 1.30 and telephoned my good 
wife and my boy (nine years old) of 
my success. My wife was glad to see 
me home safe and well and with two 
nice deer. I shall not forget this hunt¬ 
ing trip for a long time. I was hardly 
gone more than three days and had 
two deer, two partridges and one rabbit. 
Motto: You don’t have to go to Maine 
or Canada, hire a guide and pay him 
five dollars a day and grub. My trip 
cost, all told, thirty dollars, including 
hunting license. 
Henry Scheke, 
Dorchester, Mass. 
Dear Forest and Stream : 
What a wonderful thing it 
would be if “Adventures in Com¬ 
radeship” could be placed in the 
hands of every father of growing 
children—both girls and boys. 
My father never got chummy 
with me and oh, how much he 
could have helped in my formative 
years. 
My own “Sonny Boy” was taken 
from me many years ago, but 
while he lived we were pals. 
Your Sonny Boy Fishing Con¬ 
test is a splendid idea—I am al¬ 
most tempted to adopt a boy so I 
could get in on it. 
Wishing you all success, 
Spencer Hord. 
THIS MONTH IN THE 
OUTDOORS 
(Continued from page 505) 
Texas, Utah, Vermont, West Virginia 
and Wyoming, the splendid enrollment 
of twenty-three states that makes for 
conservation of the future breeders of 
the race and also a law that saves hu¬ 
man life because one must know what 
one aims at first. In the states that 
have the buck law less men are killed or 
injured each year for being “mistaken 
for deer” than in those states that have 
no buck law. 
With the cool days of the fall, “when 
the frost is on the pumpkin,” the boy 
who delights in going afield finds the 
rabbit in good condition, many states 
having no law on the subject and per¬ 
mitting rabbits ‘ to be killed at almost 
any time in the year. The squirrel sea¬ 
son also attracts the boy at this time, 
no less than seventeen states having an 
open season this month for Bushytail. 
The quail season is open in Nebraska, 
Ohio, Oregon, South Carolina, Ten¬ 
nessee and Vermont, while the grouse 
may be sought for in California, Colo¬ 
rado, Idaho, Montana, Nevada, North 
Dakota, Oklahoma, Oregon, South Da¬ 
kota and Wyoming. Over in the west¬ 
ern central states prairie chicken may 
be hunted in Colorado, Kansas, Minne¬ 
sota, Montana, Nevada, North Dakota, 
South Dakota, Wisconsin and Wyoming. 
Owing to damage to rice crops in 
the South the Secretary of Agriculture 
has ordered that bobolinks, commonly 
known as reed birds, or rice birds, may 
be killed by shooting between half an 
hour before sunrise and sunset on any 
day from September 1 to October 30 
inclusive in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, 
Delaware, Maryland, and the District 
of Columbia, and from August 16 to 
November 15 in Virginia, North Caro¬ 
lina, South Carolina, Georgia and 
Florida. 
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