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what we were up against. We cut a 
pole, tied his legs together and swung 
him on the pole. We had two guns to 
carry, so T. K. carried them and one 
end of tne pole, while I carried the 
other end and the flashlight. Now 
maybe you don’t think we had one fine 
job! Mr. Deer seemed light when we 
started, but by the time we had gone 
two hundred yards he seemed to weigh 
two hundred, and before we got to 
camp I knew he would tip the scales at 
five hundred. Of course before, after 
and during supper the other hunters 
had to admire the old fellow, and when 
they heard of the other one they in- 
sisted on bringing him in also. T. K. 
and I ‘had enough for one day, after 
traveling two hundred miles and get- 
ting two big old moss heads, so we went 
to bed and dreamed of the big hunt we 
would make next day. 
When next day came we did not hunt 
until afternoon, but about three-thirty 
we started on a seven-mile jaunt to a 
place we considered desirable hunting 
grounds. When we got there T. K. 
went to the northeast and I went 
northwest. The brush was so very 
thick we could not see very far ahead, 
so we welcomed every little bare spot. 
We hadn’t been separated long when 
I heard T. K. open up about a mile 
east of me, I chanced to be on one of 
those few open spots, so sat down hop- 
ing something would happen. I have 
often got a shot that way when there 
is shooting off to one side, just wait and 
chances are you will get a shot. I had 
been there about ten minutes when I 
saw an old buck and a doe coming over 
the hill straight toward me, and my 
but he was a dandy. Some of you 
know what it is to wait for a deer to 
come upon you especially when you see 
him all the while. He was coming from 
the east. He would lope a short dis- 
tance then stop and look back. I said 
to myself, now when the old boy crosses 
that ravine I am going to let him have 
it. I had a fine knee rest, and just as 
he crossed the ravine he stopped dead 
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The result of the Texas hunt. 

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still only about one hundred yards from 
me. Oh, I could already see him falling, 
but he did not, I shot, and off ran the 
old buck. I threw in another cartridge 
and as he was running a little to one 
side and around me I felt almost sure 
of him. At the third shot he tumbled 
over, I ran up to him and bled him, 
then I looked for the places I had shot 
him, and I had only hit him once and 
guess that was the third one, for his 
neck was broken. I guess it was an 
accident since I missed him when he 
was standing dead still. I had him 
anyway, and oh the joy of bringing 
him down. My, but he was a beauty, 
twelve points, and weighed about one 
hundred thirty-seven pounds dressed. 
I hunted up my pal and found he had 
killed a nice little six point buck, run- 
ning shot at about eighty-five yards. 
Of course, we thought we had done a 
good one-half day’s work, so get our 
little truck, managed to get up close to 
our kill and hauled them in. 
We left home to be gone a week, but 
T. K. had killed his limit, so we rolled 
out for home the next day. 
This is a picture of the deer after 
we got home two of the tiredest but 
happiest boys you ever saw. 
G. O. PATTON, Nixon, Texas. 
Take the Youngsters Along 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
Dp” you ever get on a pair of snow 
shoes and with two or three of 
your youngsters, girls included, and all 
on snow shoes, go hunting the snow 
shoe rabbit of northern New England? 
If you have never had such experience, 
you have missed a real thrill, yes, 
dozens of real thrills. Last winter, 
along toward the end of February, we 
all went on just such a hunt, and when 
our appetites told us it was noon, we 
had lunch beside a big fire in the heart 
of a great frozen and snow-clad New 
Hampshire swamp. If you have done 
this, perhaps you never had a young- 
ster, and a girl at that, pick a rabbit 

off right in front of you. That’s just 
what happened to me and how the kids 
did laugh at me, so Dad had to get one 
more on the way home, and I got my 
last chance as a rabbit on the jump 
started to cross'an old sled road after 
we had called the dogs off. This rabbit 
was a stray one, started by one of the 
girls who was coming in from the lower 
end of the swamp, and I took a snap 
shot at him with my favorite Ithaca 
and rolled him over. 
Lots of hunters think it’s easy to hit 
a rabbit, perhaps it is, but when there 
are thick spruce and hemlock on both 
sides of a narrow woods road, you have 
to do a pretty quick and accurate snap 
shot if he is on the jump and if you 
stop him. I have missed them and seen 
them missed a good many times by 
good men, men who are called extra 
good shots. 
Some of your readers need remind- 
ing that their youngsters are old 
enough to take along on those hunting 
trips and remember, the girls may like 
to hunt as well as the boys, so don’t 
overlook the girls. 
A. E. JACQUITH, Rumney, N. H. 
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Diana of New England gets a coon. 

What’s Wrong? 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
| AM the owner of two English call 
ducks, one mallard drake, and one 
duck and two drakes that are half mal- 
lard and half call. 
These ducks seem to call plenty 
around home, but last fall we had them 
out, and although there were many 
ducks flying, our ducks wouldn’t call or 
even notice them. We were well hid, 
so I know they were not kept away by 
