The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-11-22
HARD BLOW to- GUIDE
Reincarnation of Mr.. Wrinkle, Aided
by Special Providence, Per-
., forms the Impossible.
"shoos" a Moose Out Of Range, and
Then Tracks and Kills the
$3.50 Animal. $780,.

This has been, so far, an ideal deer
hunting season.. It has been cold enough
to make the roughing Of the outing
needed blood warmer that took away it s
very-much Xix Work character. There
has been what most folk call "a good
tracking snow most useful thing by
the way, when you have wounded deer,
and would stand, q poor show Of finding
him but for the tell-tale blood stains the
snow reveals. b..
But as to following and finding the
animal by means Of his dainty foot prints
well, unless you are an old hunter-in
which case you won't be too apt to try
it-or have the patience of a cat, the
legs of a moose and the stomach and en-
durance of an Indian, would hardly
advise you to attempt it. = The willy deer
has a most disconcerting trick Of discov-
ering that you are tracking him, long
before you imagine that you are anywhere
near him, and then-well If you have ever
tried to find the nest of an old hen turkey
which had "stolen'' one, and tried it by
following her to the nest, you have got
a faint glimmering Of the chase you are
due to be led.
But there are exceptions to all rules.
and sometimes the exceptions are of such
an unlikely kind as to lead one to the
belief that there are some men who are
exceptions to all devisable rules what
ever. Such one broke in upon us this
season. did the impossible, and departed
for home in a blaze of glory, firmly con-
vinced that hunting skill is simply a gift
Of God, and he one Of the gifted ones
And we held him to be just about the
rankest tenderfoot we had ever seen-aTd
we've seen lots and lots Of them too.
ReIacarnation of Mr.. Wrinkle.
To begin with, he was the most perfect
ton, Of NTr, -
in Mr.. Tupmans bodily guise, that ever
mortal eyes beheld; filled to the brim with
all kinds of sporting theories; dressed in
the most perfect hunting costume that
f1rst-class tailor-who didn't know a thing
about woods needs-could turn out: and
absolutely didn't know how to fill the
magazine of his rifle. or course, he had
the latest weapon, fitted with the most
elaborate sights, and all Of us on his de-
parture were ready to bet ten OF one that
he would come back empty handed, un-
less his guide killed something for him.
But he came back with an enormous bull
NOSE, and had the colossal nerve to init
mate that deer were TOO small game for
him. He went after the >big-nose only
and, except for needed camp food, all "the
deer in. the forest might go hang for him.
Well out he went, and having "the price,
and lots of it. had enc of the best guides
in the country, a good team, driver, and
cook, and this is about how he Jared }ac-
cording to the statement Of the guide.
They went up country, some sixty miles,
or more, the guide wanting to get his
employer somewhere where the danger Of
his bagging man or two was as small
as possible, and brought up at last year S
logging camp, and a country just filed
with game.
First making the camp babitable. pro-
viding wood, etc., the guide then took his
man out to the slaughter. Now our good
Mr.. Wrinkle laid down a precept for his
party the very first morning they started
out, that he declared was to be Of the
Mede- Persian law order, viz: that he, and
he alone, was to do all the killing OF game
done, and that the guide alone was to be
so far excepted from it's operations In
that he was allowed to kill one deer for
meat before the hunt started into being:
This the guide did, and we'll it was that
he did, for on that deer, assited by other
provisions they brought in, the party sub
sisted for six days.