Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1885-01-22
NORTHERN TRIBUNE.
THURSDAY. JANUARY 90. 1885.
THREE MARVELLOUS SHOTS.
A Series of Short Stories of the Sort to Max
the Trigger Finger Twitch.

A Series of Short Stories of the Sort to Make
the Trigger Finger Twitch.
From the Forest and Stream.
One day l followed does track from
II a. m. till sunset without having OBJ
tanned anything like the merest glimpse
of my game. l was fast losing hope, as
but few moments Of daylight were left
me, when, On coming to the edge of a
fat. covered by heavy yellow birch tim
Der, and terminated ON the other side by
an abrupt bank, like that of river,
saw the old doe standing half way up the
bank, brOadside to the fawn below her,
its slender neck upstrstchsd exactly in
line with its mothers shoulder. At that
distance (76 very long paces) che neck
looked about the size of hoe handle,
but | took quick look through the
double sights and fired. The fawn went
down like stone; the doe gave one con-
vulsiye bound, nearly twenty feet, to the
top Of the bank, dropped dead in her
tracks, and rolled back across her fawn
My next shot, purely one OF chance, l
think can be elasssa as wonderful. / was
following the tracks Of doe and fawn.
Within twenty rods OF where | struck
the tracks suddenly saw half the neck
and the head Of the fawR. which was ~
ing down, partly turned from me, placid
ly chewing its cud. A shot through its
neck stretched 1t lifeless. and with my RI
fle held ready for second shot, / ad-
vanced cautiously, expecting to see the
doe; but, nothing stirring, | concluded
thick spruce brush. So setting away my
nj Ia \ hn o., ~ .lf
proved to be very large and fat one. In
doing this had changed my position, so
that on rising caught full sight of the
doe lying dead, twenty feet away to the
left, and at right angles with the line Of
FIRE. Half stuDefisd with amazement
walked up to ,her and found the warm
blood still triekling from a bullet hole
in the center of her belly, and saw that
she had died in her bed without kick.
On going back to the fawn to Investigate,
found that the bullet "a pointed One),
about four feet beyond the neck of the
fawn, had passed through hackmatack
sapling two inches through, little TO
the left Of the center, tearing the left
side out and cutting the tree nearly half
down; then turning at a right angle it
had struck the doe as mentioned. passed
directly upward between the kidneys,
cutting off the big artery and buryiag
itself in the spine. The deer was as safe
from direct shot as though the Rocky
Mountains had interposed between us.
At another time, when following big
fat doe in feathery snow which adhered
to everything, ON coming to an alder
run about eighty yards across, filed with
these bushes from the size of knitting
needle to over an inch through, caught
sight of her black tail hanging down
mOtiOnless. There was about one chance
ia thousand Of getting bullet through
but l always took all such chances, and
fired without moments hesitation. The
tail disappeared instantaneOnsly, and
fixing my eyes on an object in range 81
as to advance in a direct line, followed
the path Of the bullet. Half way acrOs:
l found an alder about as big az a PIPE
stem cut off clean; half way from there
to where the deer stood and fully ter
feet to the right Of the line saw anoth
or alder fully an inch in diameter cut Of
more than foot above the ground anS
thrown three feet from its stump. "Thai
settles it," said to myself, and started
rapidly forward to take up the track
again. On reaching the spot fOunt
some black hairs lying on the snow OK
actly as if cut by a bullet. and the frs
bound of the deer was nearly twent,
feet. This looked like wounded deer
but. smiling at the absurdity of the idea
pressed forward, and within ten rod
came upon my game stone dead, with ;
bullet exactly through the center Of TIN
tail. To have struck the deer at all af
ter being DETECTED ten feet out Of it
course would have been sufficiently re-
markable, but to go exactly to the sp0
aimed at was singular chance.