Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-03-23
UNIQUE SQUIRREL HUNTING,
Ga, Chases Them out Of Trees. While
DIG Catches Them.

dog Catches Them
Oh J, r. Robertson, Of the Paducah,
~. Daily Herald Democrat and a
Str"nc opponent " the Gcehel meth
cd. II running elections in his state. l.
also 4 good fisherman and hunter.
This IL one ar his experiences down in
Tennessee. where he is as well known
| a- in Kentucky. II IL told in his own
peculiar way. and there is novelty in
the meihor Of squirrel hunting in Ten
ncssee as he relates the incident:
one morning in the later part OF
April | found myself in Paris. Tenn.
where my business called me every six
ty days. was then in tho wholesale
drug business. and did Clnsidera be of
my own commercial touring. | had
customer down at little town to the
Tennessee river. about twenty miles
distant. and wanted to 80 TO sec him,
and desired to get an early start. So /
arose at : O'Clock, ordered breakfast
and sailed ont to find my old friend.
Mike Acker, to join me in a mornings
morning" II whet my appetite for the
breakfast: but he could not be found,
and not wishing to drink alone,
had my bottle filled 10 take with me.
ate my breakfast hurriedfy. and began
my trip behind a quick Stepping team
I had Tot driven more than three miles
until | saw some one in the road
ahead Of me. and il proved to be Mike
Acker, the man I'd lost half an hour
looking for to give drink.
Halo. Mike" | halloed at him.
Hello. jim. Got bottle % came
back, as he put on air and came. 70
full stop.
Yes. got a bottle What are You
doing out here? Stealing away from
home?"
Nav: only out hunting"
out hunting, Where's Your gun 20 8
Don't need none" 81
We'll, then, how are you going to-
hunt
We'll. YOU hitch that team and give !
me a drink. and I'll show you" With
that he proceeded to unload a coffee
sack from his shoulder. lay it carefully
down by the side Of the road. and pull
ing the hitch strap from under the scat.
made my team fast for me, and said
Where's that hottle?" | produced
it, and he took a long pull, smacked
his lips. and said: Come on, Jim, I'll
show you something you never seed
afore."
Shouldering his sack. he broke
through the woods, followed by his lit
tie black and white faced dog. and Jim,
both with their tongues hanging out
After about fifteen minutes sprinting,
he stopped. united the sack. and out
crawled a big house Gait yawned and
stretched a few times and then Mike
holcred at it: Wake up and git to
business" Up a tree it went; then
from limb to limb. and directly | no
ticcd it was chasing big fox squirrel
chased it so warm it jumped, and
then | noticed that the fyce down on
the ground was following the chase,
with his head in the air. That squir
rel never touched the ground. The lit
tie dog took it on the fly, equal to an
outfielder in baseball nine. One snap
and the squirrel was dead, and off
went the dog with his head up, wait
ing to take another in as the old tom
cat would make it leap for life. From
tree to tree they went. the cat running
them out and the dog catching them.
till Mike called them in. saying his
coffee sack already contained more
than he could bring back t. Paris.
When he got back to the buggy Mike.
in a well-delivered speech. convinced
me he had shown me enough to justify
my abrogating all my rights in and 20
the said bottle. saying: Anyhow, it's
dangerous to drive and drink; bosses
rout run off and kill you. Sides. you
are going down to the river. where
you kin git water. st. Louis Globe
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