Arizona republican., 1897-11-21

and Block felt better, as while they saw no deer they found more fresh tracks than at any time before.
 "On our way to the train vest terday I had left Johnny but a few minutes when I heard his artillery open up and by the way he kept shooting I i thought he had been treed. When I reached him he had three good sized | deer strung up the side of the moun- tain with their throats cut.
 "The band had run up the side of a very rough mountain where they had to run sideways and stay in view. His kills were made at from three to four hundred yards, running. That made three antelope and five deer for the crowd in a little over week. The camp is about six or seven miles from Rock Butte, over very rough coun- try"
 i Ut Is sometimes very amusing and entertaining to be accompanied on a hunt by a real tenderfoot amateur shooter. His awkward positions. his inability to distinguish one bird om another, his surprised lopk when quail flies up almost from under his feet, which invariably gets away be- fore he recovers from his surprise sufficiently to shoot at 1t. afford much enjoyment to his guide. Some 1 times he thinks the bird is sill in range and rblazes away with boah lar rels after the bird is fully a hundred and fifty yards away, and then wonders why it did not fall as he has seen other birds do when shot at by some body els6 Tha amateur is always | looking at the scenery, the crops, l wants to know the time of day, how l long it is before lunch time and a thousand other things that do not enter the mind of an older sho.ter. short time ago [ was accompa- nied by one of them and although at the time I was in anything but a happy frame of mind, yet aftsrward the ludicrousness of it struck me We first hitched our horse and put up a small flock of quail. After a fry at them l accompanied my friend back to the vehicle and instructed him to drive on up a ditch while I went ahead on foot. Well, walked about two miles and could see TO signs of my friend following, so sat down and waited awhile. Finally, I heard him shooting, shot after shot, and ] 1 concluded that he must have struck a large covey of quail, so I star ed l brush through which had to go, and I finally got back to where the rig had been, but it was not there. Think ing that l had passed my frie,d in the heavy brush I retraced my steps and striking a small covey I followed it until I was at least a mile beyond where l had been before. Again I heard my friend shooting and located the sound in the heavy brush and so l started back. Just about the time 1 reached the brush my friend emerged half a mile further up. He was driv- ing fast and I could not attract his atteation. Suddenly I saw the horse | go down on his knees and my friend with a very graceful curve landed 1 about ten feet ahead of the horse, He not knowing anything about squirrel holes had driven pell-mell right into a village of them. I imagined I could i hear a very interesting conversation 1 he was holding with himself. How ever, his sudden stop and consequent delay gave me time Ito get wi hin mailing distance. did not let on that l had seen his sudden exit from the rig and should this, article meet his eye he will for the first time learn that his athletic driving with a grace ful curve from the rig had an audi ence. His explanation for his delay was that he had taken the wrong d. rection. l had told him to go up the 1 ditch, while he had gone down sav- eral miles before he discovered that the water ran in the same direction that he was pursuing Meanwhile he had discovered flock of quail in the trees and had stopped to shoot a few. His quail turned out to be doves, and he seemed to feel mad when I told him SO We drove on further and soon put up another flock. This time I thought I would keep him with me, but I soon found out that if I was after quail l would better let him pursue his own course and trust to luck in finding him afterward. The last I saw of him on this flock. he was walking all over a big patch of plowed ground where no quail in h senses would think of going. When l got through with the covey and back to the rig he was sitting in the shade of al brush eating the lunch. He informed me that in his opinion this was not quail country, as he had not seen a single one. I agreed with him, as thought it useless Ito waste any more time giving him pointers. However, he seemed to have had as much sport as had, but he evidently figured his from a different basis.
 MONT P. CHUBB,