The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-11-21
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! ported dead last week, showed up on
the streets and requested his friends
to emphatically deny the story.
when I lay down and freeze to
death you will know about il" says
the Captain. The Captain has
weathered a good many storms, and
he believes it will take more than
a snow storm and cold weather to
lay him out. He evidently believes
he is built a good deal on the same
principle as "Grandfather Squeers,
of whom James Whitcomb Riley
wrote:
He said, when he had rounded his three
| score-and-ten,
I've the hang of it now and can do it
| again"
The hunters are now laying off
since the close of the season for
hunting deer, which closed Tuesday,
and it is rather interesting to listen
to some of the yarns they
tell. 1t is not at all queer, in view
of some of the stories of marks
manship, or rather lack Of marks
manship, that an occasional COW or
horse should be brought down, or SO
badly injured that an immediate adj
| justment should become necessary
to prevent a case in court. For
instance, who would believe that His
Corpulency, the Honorable Chilly
Maitland, would run across deer
that would be tame enough to stand
still ald be shot at forty-eight con-
secutive times and then never bulge
until the disguised hunter made a
lassoo out of his cartridge belt and
tried to throw it over the ANIMAL
horns. Charlie Simpson youches for
the correctness of the statement
that he shot twenty three times at
a nice little deer, and finally had to
quit because he had no more cart
ridges. He started back after more
ammunition, and the deer, wearying
of Charles society scampered
through the woods, scarcely stop
ping to pay the least attention or to
give any concern to attorney
Mcleod, who was along and threw
in a couple of shots. which of course
did not disturb the peaceful con-
dition OF that nice little deer's cram
ium. Charlie says it wasn't "buck
fever, he is quite certain it wasn't.
because the animal was a doe. To
prove to himself that he WASH t al
together a bad shot, he fired at
bird far away in a tree, and took its
head Off His partner, Mcleod,
while walking along road short
time afterwards, run onto a deer a
few yards away, and the tender
little doe stood real still while Mac
shot five shots. In total disgust the
animal walked away.
Tt is told of George McClintock
and Jim Tyrrell that they drove
to Siskiwit and started through the
woods and got lost, They walked,
and walked, until finally they came
out at the fish hatchery, then
of course, they walked back again
poor fellows, what else could they
do? The distance was about
twenty five miles, but that wasn't
much, but it wouldn't have been
halt SO bad if they had seen a deer.
The next day they laid around camp,
where the fires were warm, and tn
blankets were soft, and the cooking
good-and the devil did they care
whether school kept or not--they
were supreme in their contentment
and glory, bat they doubtless felt
inwardly sore as they rode home
that cold bleak night with fine
deer in the rig which one of the
other boys had shot
Another story that is told, but
which lacks authenticity, at least so
far as we can discover, is that one
of our young amateurs was going
along in the woods, when suddenly
he saw deer coming straight for
him. OF course he did the most
natural thing a hunter could do, and
that was to begin shooting But
the deer kept coming right for him,
and when things got critical he
/ jumped aside to let the deer pass,
and then he started to follow, but in
the excitement of the moment he got I
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