The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-11-04
HUNTING IN GERMANY.
How a Wheeling Boy Distinguished
Himself In a Chance Shot,

How Wheeling Boy Distinguished
Himself In a Chance Shot.
Morgan OFT Heiskell writes to his
mother in this city, from Dresden, Ger
many, the following interesting bit Of
news about his hunting feats in the
preserves of wealthy German. near
that city: About ten days ago, Mills
and were invited out to a shoot Of
quite a wealthy German. He met us at
the train with his brother. and at the
end Of the railroad trip, his shooting
trap met US and took US to the lodge.
1t was right in the middle Of $4,000
acres Of the finest shooting In Germany.
The two Herr Hessler only stayed two
days, during which time the writer
disgraced himself by not shooting any
thing larger than hares and rabbits.
Mills and the other two killed enough
deer. rOebuck, and wild boar to supply
the German army.
After two days the Herr Hessler wen:
back to Berlin and left Mills and me in
full command. Then 1t was that the
young hopeful created the sensation of
the whole story.
For years there had been fourteen
point stag often seen. and occasionally
shot at, but never with any results.
The first night after the Hesslers had
gone, the head forester took us out and
nut US up In our respective blinds in the
trees, where you have to sit the whole,
cold night, and look for things to shoot
The forester had hardly disappeared
In the darkness than buttoned up my
shooting coat around my ears, and
made all preparations to hunt for wild
boars In the land Of dreams.
/ snoozed away for couple OF hours.
When the thumb of Kismet woke me
up. l pushed aside some Of the leaves
and peeped round the clearing that
was supposed to watch. Thunder!
nearly shook the blind down with ex-
cItement. There on the other side Of
the clearing in the moonlight stood a
stag. his head up in the air, shifting
and paving, challenging the trees and
all stars to mortal combat.
l didn't take time to mediate on hiH
beauty, or count the number Of points.
but grabbed my gun. which, by the
way, was loaded with dynamite explo-
slve shell in one barrel, and buck-shot
in the other, and let go both barrels
point blank.
/ didn't feel 1t at the time. but
have the marks of that double dis
charge on my shoulders now
Then there was trouble around there
for awhile. The stag jumped fifty feet
in the air, and lit out for the forest. my
hound on It's heels, and the other two
making tracks In that direction. The
hound caught him about fifty feet in
the forest, and by the noise they made,
/ soon arrived on the scene, Just in time
to see the last round Of beautiful
fight. The hound won without my as
siStanCe, and after had cut the stays
throat, started to count the points.
One, two, three. What's this!
counted again, and then again. And
then came to the full realization that
I had shot the "vier1eheuter," the IA
nous fourteen pointer! And II NIGH
have been a jack rabbit, for all of mr.
I had had enough glory for one
night, and was for going home, but the
forester wouldn't hear Of It, There
was lots of game out that night, he
said. So back / crawled. up, up the
tree, and waited and patted myself on
the back. Sure enough, very soon I
caught sight Of a doe, that concluded
was the mate OF the stag. and deter.
mined to kill her, to keep her from
worrying about her husband. This
time ! took deliberate aim, and pulled
the trigRer-well, had forgotten to
load again.