Lexington weekly intelligencer., 1879-11-08
A Deer Hunt.

Messrs. W. w. Batlaile, Ben. Neale, Sam.
Martin, Tom. Martin, Sidney Boulware and
Rev. Ed. Yantis Went down 20 the Usage on
Il deer hunt not long ago. They returned
Friday, October 2Sth. They killed three
deer, and their neighbors say ate every
pound of the venisOn, not even bringing
home a ham. They are all very reticent eX-
cept Capt. Ben. Neale who killed two out OF
the three deer, and who hasn't ceased yet
asking if any one has seen wagon going
up the road with the hides Of those deer
that he killed. MIR. Battaie would be happy,
as he got plenty TO eat OH the trip. but for
one OF his experiences. The party had no
dogs, everything was very dry and ''crack-
ly'' so that il was hard to still hunt, nc.
cordlngly they determined to watch the corn
field, at night, as plenty OF ''sign' could De
seen around the shocks. When Greek meets
Gre, K, it's said. then comes the tug OF war.
When "Buck" meets buck, as rule, then
gore is sure to flow On this occasion 1t was
an old Buck that met a young doe, and that
is the strange reason why no damage was
done. Friend Buck was assigned to stand
in field, behind great big shock Of corn,
not far from u fence, Immediately beyond
which was the brush and timber. tie waited,
AMI waited, and waited-like q good hunter,
as he is. he waited patiently for long time.
but finally getting tired and discouraged he
laid his gun down on some stalks couple Of
yards from the shock, and sought its shelter
for little rest. He had not been enjoying
his recum6ent position long until he heard
something on the opposite side of the shock.
delicateIy eating fodder. When he first
heard it lie could hardly believe his ears, but
presently there was no doubt that some
animal of considerable size was foraging
within four feet of his head. His gun was
iu full sight of the animal, whatever 1t
was, and out of his reach. To get 1t he must
alarm his quarry, or, if 1t CHANGED to be a
bear, or james boy, he would be putting
himself in its power by moving. So he COM
menced stretching his neck aronnd that
shock. and bulging out his eyes to take in
the situation. His neck made half the trip
around the corn stalks, so that by popping
out his eyes few inches they beheld, quiet
ly and unsuspiciously feeding within few
inches Of their pupils, large, fine doe
Then he aoas in a fix. He thought how
easily lie could kill that doe If he only had 8
gun, but he didn't have one. He though,
how easily he could lasso that deer il he only
had rope or now he could eternslIy de-
mollsh 1t, right through the shock, If he hat
| a twelve FOUNDER Napoleon gun, loaded anc
properly pointed. Every once in q while tht
doe would sneeZe as she munched the deli
| cate leaves OF maize, and every time sht
| Snee Zed friend Buck was so startled that b,
came near revealing himself. Then othe
thoughts chased each other through his head
Could he not Jump right over the shock
light on the does back, throw his arm
around her neck, and cling to her until Ii,
| could draw out his Barlow and cut he
throat? Alas Once he might have mad
the leap, but relentless time had stlfenet
his joints too Euch for such an experiment
Then he commenced to concoct . Gu.
Fawkes' plot. He wondered If he burie,
his powder flask In the ground, under th
shock, anu exploded 1t by little train, If i
wouldn't blow the doe up. but then he re
membered that 1t would blow him up too
SO he began to get desperate. He nofselesl
tore his hair and beard in vain endeavOrs +
concoct some plan to kill that doe. Finall
he bade adue to discretion and made a jum
for his gun, but before he could strsightel
his back the doe, with parting snort, Wa
| over the fence and into the brush, out O
| sight. Wnen he returned to camp he toll
this story, or something like 1t, but the boy
wouldn't believe 1t. They swOre that h
had gone to sleep, and that the doe hs
come up on him and eaten his hair an
beard of for corn silks, and, In confirms
tion of their theory. they pointed at thes
usually ornamental aDpendages to his beaut
of person, which had in some way been s
horribly ravased. His only consolation, b
says, lies in the fact that he didn't do lik
the parson-shoot sixteen times at deer an
never get q tail.