Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1889-03-02
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ADIRONDACK NIMRODS.
Funny Yarns About Queer Elk
periences in the Woods.
How Old Harry Mullen Killed Fox by Ac.
cfdent-A Deer with a Charmed Life
An Easy Way Of Procuring Feath-
Srs-Sim Martins Luck.

There is nothing like an old guides ex-
perence meeting to pass away an autumn
evening in an Adirondack hunting-caMp
Tor al the old woodsmen are full of inter-
estlng tales and they know how to tell
them. Sitting before blazing fire in log
cabin near Jayville, n. Y, a short time ago,
IN company with four old-timers, New
| York World correspondent listened to
stories of some remarkable shots at game
The occasion for telling a half-dozen queer
incidents happening in the woods was the
remark made by Harry Mullin, veteran
! guide, as he dressed a rabbit for supper,
that he had never shot one of the innocent
things in his life without breaking his neck
and all four Of his legs, no matter where he
| hit him.
ITS burned queer thing" said Harry,
sand | can't explain it. Here's this rabbit
that shot to- day, he's bored right through
the body with rifle ball and he wasn't
! touched anywhere else, but his legs are
broken, every one of them. Now, there's
only just one way that l can explain this
thing. l reckon the critters run so fast
that when rife bail stops them kinder
suddenly it snaps their legs off Anyway,
you shoot rabbit on the run and you won't
lind whole leg on his body when you pick
him Up, nine times out of ten. The queer
est shot | ever made, though, was about
three years ago, down near Bonaparte lake.
A party of US were out rabbit hunting and
had strayed of in the brush by myself.
Rabbits were pretty thick around there
and as l was standing on little knoll
looking around | saw one coming straight
towards me. l pulled on him and brought
him down. AS soon as fired l saw some
thing red, like fox g tail, flip up in the
brush as much as ten rods beyond the rab-
bit, and l slipped in another cartridge quick,
TO give the fox shot, but he didn't show
up. Well, when [ went to pick up the rab-
bit had shot went a little further to see
about the fox, and what do you suppose /
founo2 Instead of the foX's tracks | found
the fox himself, deader than smelt, with
bulet-hole in his neck. He happened to be
in range of the bullet that killed the rabbit
and it knocked him over. l made up my
mind that the fox was chasing the rabbit
when | killed him by accident Any way, it
WAS the queerest shot L ever maden
That was queer shot," SAID VIII Sui
livan, after listening to Harry's story, I" but
would think it great deal queerer if /
had not seen two or three queer shots up in
these woods myself. It's Just queer how
gun Will act in a mans hands sometimes.
on may have good chance to kill some
thing, and when you pull up your gun to do
1t you think 1t 5 just like letting drive at the
side of barn, but you don't hit any thing
just the same | remember two years ago
last August was over on Number Four
w IN fellow from New York and we went
out one night to float for deer. For city
chap that man was the best shot ever saw.
The bow Of the boat was about twenty feet
from fine large buck when that New York
fellow discovered the game. He let of both
barrels OF has gun mighty quick, and as the
buck stood broadside to him no one would
have thought of such thing rs his miss
ing. Wen, when he fired that buck bounded
out OF the water and was of into the woods
in no time You never saw man more
aslonished in your life than that fellow
from the city was just then. Ireckon that
deer has a charmed lie and that no one can
XIII him
But speaking about killing fox and
rabbit at the same time reminds me Of
shot | made about four years ago willis
watching a runway over on Beaver river
A party OF Us were out running deer. and
was posted on spruce ridge about mile
from the stream. Pretty soon big deer
came tearing down over the ridge. drew
on nun and pulled the trigger, but he kept
right ahead and got out of sight before /
could try 1t again. A few seconds after [
fired ct the deer was looking in the direc-
uon had shot, when | saw something fail
from the top Of a small spruce tree that
stood in range down on the hill side. |
went to see what 1t was, and found that
while had missed the buck had accident
ally brought down the biggest hedge-h hog /
had ever laid ewes ON
THAT story about the fellow shooting at
the buck up on Number Four is a good one
but 1t don t come up TO the experience that
had few years ago." remarked Andrew
Mckeuna, who had quietly listened to the
yarns Of Mullln and Sullivan. Il have got
TO get back a little TO the time when wild
pigeons were thick up this way to match it,
but can beat that or any other queer shot
ever made in this part Of the country. They
were so thick in many places. and particu-
ariy IN my buckwheat patch, that you could
knock them down with a club, and have
heard of lots of them being killed in that
way. One day fixed up a brush cover in
. corner of tue fence about four rods from
a big tree full of the birds so that could !
get shot at the pigeons They seemed to
SIT one on top of another, and some OF the
Imos broke under their weight. To look at
ne tree Ii appeared TO be one solid blue
bunch OF pigeons. l had a double barrel |
shotgun heavily loaded with No shot, |
and L could not think of killing less than
lfty birds IN two shots at that tree. Well,
hred both barrels and did not bring down |
4 single pigeon, and l DO not know that /
even wounded one. But talk about feathersi
The ground under the beech tree was COW
cred almost an inch deep. / never saw any
hing to equal it"
Then old Sim" Martin, who had been ,
wing back on a bunch OF nenleck boughs :
,alnly smoking hls pipe, spoke up.
''Them's purity queer stories you've been ,
ellin'," said old SIm, ''but I've heerd Just
sch before. Over on Upper Lake, one .
ime- a Teller told lie he killed TIVE deer at