Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-08-06

CACGHT THE Buck AGUE'-Each and
all are familiar with the fact that on the
occasion of the annual trips of parties from
this and adjacent localities, who go to make
up campitg-out groups, many incidents
OF 4 ludlcrOuS nature tranSpirc and that
such incidents rarely find their way into
print is equally true. a case is in point
Some few weeks since q party of Sacra-
mentans and residents of FIorin procured
outfits and hied them away TO the precincts
OF Wentworth Springs, Fl Dorado county,
IN Quest Of game and good time generally.
Among the number was George Jones. Of
Florin, a WhOle-SOuled, Jolly good fellow,
who is well and favorably known from one
end of this county to the other. He tips
the beam at II stone tl96 pOunds). and is
good-natured in accordance with his aVoir-
dupois. Prior to starting, he declared that
he would kill Il deer or remain in the
mountains for 4 length of period approx
mating the stay of Rip Van Wrinkle in Il e
Catskills. Day after day you could have seen
poor Jones making his way to camp, Weary,
tootsOre and hungry; ii was always the
some song: No deer vet, boys. | am
afraid my business at Florin will all be
gone before | get back home, and / will be
old and gray, for promised never to re-
turn until | killed deer, and am man
that never breaks his word. Finally one
of the hunters succeeded in finding a deer
bur he was pet one. and was also lame
besides being confined in corral, through
which ran small stream of water To his
companion the discoverer Of the corraled
venison remarked, Let's buy the deer and
put up joke on Jones' Agreed, - was
the response, and no sooner said than
done. Returning to camp, these two mem
bers OF the hunting party notified Jones
that they had discovered deer tracks at n
stream adjacent, and that they would that
night accompany him and lay" for Il fine
buck when he should come to water. The
party set out prior to the rising of the
moon, and long and anxiously did they
wait for the animal in the corral to rouse
from his slumbeT in shaded corner. so
that Jones might have the first shot at his
first " deep-bayed stag" Jones compan-
ions sought secluded places and courted
Morpheus. Not so with George, however
All night he kept his vigil. with
cooked gun in hand, and toward day
light his sleeping companions were
aroused by the rapid discharge of some
eight or ten shots from Jones Marlin rife
Fastening to the place where George was
located they found him trembling with a
sort of ague, and in response to interroga-
tons he could only answer: " I've killed
my DEER" An examination showed that
the animal had only been struck on the tip
OF one ear. On the scene then appeared
the rancher but as he had been literally
paid for the animal, and Jones was of the
belief that he had killed the deer, it was
agreed to shoot the quadruped before jones
should recover from his fright, as he re-
manned in Il sort of swoon for some ten
minutes When George came to he was
informed that he had killed the deer, that
he was a mighty hunter, and that he could
now wend his way homeward. And, I'M
I'll he sees this item, he will believe that he
did kill deer on the occasion of his recent
trip to Wentworth Springs.