The Forrest City times., 1899-05-12
Thunderbug Turkey Again.

last week giving lengthy and inter- esting account of the experience of two sports on turkey hunt in Thunderbug Swamp, but as the writer's time was limited the subject was not exhausted, and for his own satisfaction and the ediiication of the readers of the pre- vious article it is deemed necessary to submit a brief continuation Of "A Fur key Hunt yia.. Thunderbug Lake. As stated in the write-up of last week, the hunters reached the turkey ground in due time and located Mir. Gobbler on his roost. Until this point was reached the old hunter had forced his young companion to lead the way through water, briers, cane, snakes, gnats and mosquitoes. When. the first sound from the gobbler was heard they came to hault.
 "Wait :. y exclaimed the old hunter, "you know can slip up on i'm easier than you can, and another thing, you often have the opportunity of bagging a turkey, when such sport rarely falls to my lot, 1 don't believe l have killed one since 1916. "
 At once he proceeded to get in front but that slipping up on i'm process was greatly hindered by the gnats and mosquitoes, and he began to use his gun to bat them off, but they multiplied and came thick and fast, and in, his desperation the old hunter grabbed his hat and began fighting as for life. AS some of our readers are doubtless aware. he is not blessed with that lux uriance of hair which made Sampson famous. in fact his barren pate would make an ideal skateing rink for fly. Finally that tardy moon, accompan- jed by lightning bug. began to peep through the dark woods, throwing their light on everything, causing that bald head to shine forth in all its glory the reflection from which fell full upon the huge oak wherein the gobbler was rest ing, and thinking it a " thunderbug, Jack O lantern," or some other ghostly apparition, the wary fowl was frightened away, much to the chagrin of the anxious hunters.
 Let's camp here and get him in the morning" remarked his companion, somewhat testify.
 Mo-. he replied of the bald head. q can't stay out at night, as you know, I'm subject to sick headache. :" Seeing that he had the young mans sympathies aroused, for in truth, he would have foregone innumerable trials and hardships to alleviate or prevent the slightest ache or pain of that noble bald head which would doubtless be ap- preciated on the front row of a theater but will ever prove disastrous in tur- key hunt. the old hunter began to plead with his companion to return to the house of their friend to stop over night. But his companion insisted upon stay ing there.
 l stay and you kill him in the morning, will you let me take the bird home. :" To this the young man readily con sented, knowing that this was the old hunters only chance to get the turkey
 They struck camp and remained about fifteen minutes, when the bald head again protested. "I just simply can't stay out here, let's go.
 Off they started, the young man be- ing forced to take the lead. They walked and crawled until about II o'clock, when they came to Thunder bug Lake, and started across. All at once the bald head in the rear exclaim- ed, Hold up there boy, don't you know you can't swim? Don't run such a reckless risk I'm not uneasy about myself. He was then on a log
 Not wishing to leave the old man b,.- hind. the boy, as he was styled turned back to find dry path, the old hunter, saying, if my boots were long like yours l wouldn't mind it. 7" He had reference to the tops as his feet were much larger than his companions. They wandered around till about 12:30 o'clock when they came upon another dense cane brake.
 At this juncture the young man was disposed to hang back not relishing the idea of tackling that cane brake, but was agaln forced to the front, and struck out through the cane with all the speed he could command. They had only gone short distance when the old man said, II can't go any fur ther, had as soon try to catch the tur- key as follow yon any longer 7"
 Accordingly camp was again struck, a fire made, and enough cane to feed herd of cattle cut for a bed. Soon both were stretched out comfortably on their rustic bed. the fire blazing bright and cheerful. In few moments the young man WAS Snugly folded in the