McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1885-02-26
MARVELLOUS SHOTS.
Stories Which Make the Trigger Finger
Twitch.

SvAAce WHICH Make the Trigger tlnSe
Twitch.
One day l followed does tracks
from IL a. m. till sunset without hav
ing obtained anything like the meres
glimpse OF my game. Twas fast losing
hope, as but a. few moments of day
light were left me, when, on coming te
the edge of fiat, covered by heavy
yellow birch timber, and terminated
on the further side by an abrupt bank
like that OF river, saw the old doe
standing half way up the bank, broad.
side to. the fawn below her, its slender
neck upstretched exactly in line with
its mothers shoulder. At that dis
lance (ninety very long paces) the
neck looked about the size of hoe.
handle. but / took a quick look
through the double sights and fired.
The fawn went down like stone; the
doe gave one convulsive 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.
think can be classed as wonderful. /
was following the tracks of doe and
lawn. Within twenty rods of where /
struck the tracks suddenly saw half
Of the neck and head of the fawn,
which was lying down, partly turned
from me, placidly chewing its cud. A
shot through its neck stretched it life
less, and, with my rifle held ready for
second shot, advanced cautiously,
expecting to see the doe; but, nothing
stirring, concluded that she had got
away unobserved in the thick spruce
growth. So setting away my rifle, l
oegan to dress the fawn. which proved
20 be very large one. In doing this
[ had changed my position, SO that on
Using | caught full sight of the doe ly-
ing dead, twenty feet away to the left,
and at right angles with the line of
ire. Half stupefied with amazement
walked up to her, and found the
warm blood still trickling from bull
Iet-hole in the center of her belly, and
saw that she had died in her bed with
put kick. On going back to the
lawn to investigate, I found that the
bullet Ga pointed one), about four feet
beyond the neck of the fawn, had
passed through a 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 right angle, it had
struck the doe as mentioned, passed
directly upward between the kidneys,
cutting off the big artery, and burying
itself in the spine. The deer was as
safe from direct shot as though the
Rocky mountains had interposed be-
tween us.
big, fat doe in feathery snow. which
adhered to everything, on coming to
ln alder run, about eighty yards
across, filled with these bushes from
The size of knitting needle to over an
nch through, l caught sight of her
black tail hanging down mot:onless.
There was about one chance in a thou
sand of getting a bullet through, but l
always took all such chances, and fired
without moments hesitation. The
Jail disappeared simultaneously and,
liking my eyes on an object in range,
so as to advance in direct line, l
followed the path of the bullet. Half
way across / found an alder about as
big as pipe-stem cut off clean; but
half way from there, to where the
deer stood, and fully ten feet to the
right of the line, saw another alder
fully an inch in diameter cut off not
more than foot above the ground and
thrown three feet from its stump.
s.That settles it, said to myself, and
started rapidly forward to take up the
track again. On reaching the spot 1
found some black hairs lying on the
snow exactly as if cut out by bullet
and the first bound of the deer was
nearly twenty feet. This looked like
a wounded deer, but, smiling at the
absurdity of the idea, pressed for
ward and within ten rods came upon
ny game stone dead, with bullet ex-
city through the center of its tail. To
have struck the deer at all after being
detected ten feet out of its course
would have been sufficiently remark
able, but to 60 exactly to the spot
aimed at was singular chance
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