Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1888-05-10

fellers think you are smart, but I'll
show you who will kill the deer" So
took my gun stock stock between my
teeth and threw my head back and
with my arms and legs clasped around
the tree scaled up that tree bear fash
ion. When I got up to the forks of
the tree seated myself as comfortably
as could and waited. After an hour
or two a deer came in the lick at their
side and both of them shot at it and
missed it. I said, "who killed that
deer?" Eyes, you just wait until one
comes on my side" After awhile an
other deer came i'm on their side. Bang
went their guns again, and away went
the deer just whistling. "Say, you
fellers over there, who killed that deer?"
After waiting another while, here came
fine one on my side. drew down
on that deer's neck and fired and there
lay my deer dead. "Say, you felIers.
who killed that deer?" I slid down
that tree and pulled my deer out of
the lick and loaded my gun and climb
ed up again. I had just put my knee
in the forks of the tree and saw an
other one come in and stop. I drew
down on him and at the crack of my
gun there lay another one dead. "Say,
you fellers, who killed that deer?"
They said LESS go home. Yes, less
go home" eyes" But wasn't the
old boss sick. If he got to putting
just ask who killed that deer and he
would have nothing to say. And
didn't feel good!
And now how those moonlight
nights bring back the old feeling, the
old desire to live over again some of
those good old times. I shall never
forget the last time I sat at that suck
1 had been working hard all day, and
was very tired. After I had my sup
per it was such a lovely night, felt I
must go once more and watch that
lick. took down my rifle and started
for the suck. When reached the place
I felt so tired I said, I believe will
sit down at the foot of the tree, lay
my gun across that rock right before
me, and if I should go to sleep and a
do would be to look along the gun and
touch the trigger. So pulled the cape
of my hunting shirt up over my head
and went to sleep. How long 1 had
been asleep do not know, but heard
a hoof of deer strike lock. I open
ed my eyes and right before me stood
what looked like p very large deer. I
reached out my hand and carefully
brought my gun to bear on the deer
and fired. The deer jumped and ran
out of the lick and smash it went on
the ground. 1 got up and started to
go to it and one in the lick commenced
kicking. 1 had killed two instead OF
one.
tell you, Mr.. Editor, it makes the
blood run warm in my veins just to
think of the good old times have b ad
in the wood and mountains, both in
the day and night, with my old gun
Betsy. ] could always trust her, and
[ sometimes think I loved her better
than anything else in this world. And
now when I 60 on ride with my old
hunting pony in the woods or on noun
tains, feel sad to think that all the
wild animals have gone, and in a few
years the game will become extinct,
unless our game laws are enforced and
that curse of the country (dogs) are
kept out of the commons. All dogs
should be prohibited from running at
large. What right has one man to
keep a pack of dogs to chase the deer
and kill all the sheep? Just look at
the loss in sheep husbandry in the
past year. There have been in the..State
of Missouri alone over eighteen hum
dred sheep killed by dogs. and in the
United States over one million, and
who pays for the loss? Did you ever
know a man that would own his dog
killed sheep? If you have I have
never seen such man, and yet the
work goes on. And again, how many
lives have been and are being lost ev-
cry year by mad dogs. 1t is pity the
whole race could not be exterminated.
1t would be blessing to the country.
T. P. R.