The Forrest City times., 1906-11-30
We Got HInl.

We Got HIm.
 Last Monday was red letter day for hunters-as far as the going was concerned. Turkey Hill, some twenty miles over in the St. Francis bottoms, seemed to have been the promised land, as no less than five parties head ed for that hill.
 Dr. Dooley and his experts camped in an old lumber camp near Fortune Swamp; Clerk Geo. E. Mallory with six huntsmen and innumerable rabbit dogs, camped a short distance from the Dooiey camp; a small party was on Pettijohn Lake; Dave Duncan, with a party of eleven, armed in every conceivable manner, from halberd to a 44 Winchester, made their rendez- yous on Beaver Lake; and it was left to Hon. F. w. DeRosit, F. J. Barrow and Col. Ed. Landvoigt to make head quarters at Ed. Burnett's, colored man residing on Turkey Hill planta- tion, where the trio was made as snug as bug in rug. With the addition of MT. Cooks sawmill gang of five, the game preserves of Turkey Hill were well surrounded.
 Nearly all the parties met with the proyerbial tishermans luck-possums, coons and iaybirds-while it was left to DeRositt, Barrow and Landvoigt to return home Thursday with the honors of the hunt-plenty of quail, turkey and fine ten-point buck; and 1t IS of these champi ns we desire to speak.
 Turkey Hill was reached about three o'clock Monday afternoon, and run over-the hunting ground was made, with but little luck, except locating and missing several easy shots at tur- keys. The evening closed with some fine quail shooting by Barrow and Landvoigt. Tuesday morning Bar row led the procession by bagging a fine turkey, and again the afternoon was devoted to quail shooting. These gentlemen were driven from the woods on account of danger. as every time call was made, instead of a turkey re- spending, some amateur hunter was found creeping up for shot at what he supposed was turkey.
 Thursday morning while DeRositt and Landvoigt were seated on log in the swamp, calling for turkeys, a large buck was discovered crossing the wa ter in their rear. DeRositt fired strik- ing the deer in the neck and shoulder, bringing him to his knees, and before Landvoigt could turn the deer regain ed his footing and sprang for the cane but not quick enough to escape shot from the Col. striking him in the stomach. The deer reached the edge of the cane and his zigzag tracks were followed for some distance by blood, indicating that he was seriously wounded, and it was deemed advisa- ble to let him alone and return for a dog, as badly hit deer would soon seek covert and lie down. On re- turning for the dog the writer follow ed DeRositt, around whose head was luminous halo, emitting sulphurous odor, and deep mutterings was heard, .-the reader can make guess. A couple of dogs were secured, and accompanied by Ed Burnett, DeRositt returned to the place where the trail of blood ended, and in a few minutes the deer sprang from the thicket into the lake to meet his finale by shot from DeRositt We've got him." echoed and reechoed through the wood and swamp, and the yells and antics cut up by DeRositt and the colored man Burnett outrivalled a Comanche war dance. Burnett went for a wagon, and it was surely circus grand entry as the came to camp.
 Thursday morning the hunters re- turned to town, and their prowess in the hunt was exhibited to an enyious crowd of people. The carcass was dis tributed among the hunters friends, and the head will be mounted and hung up in the Senator's library, and as time grows apace and little ones gather around his knees, he can recall the time When we got him."
 Thus ended the most enjoyable hunt the writer ever participated in. The party would:be.ungrateful did they not extend thanks to Ed Burnett and his wife for their success in attending to the comfort of the party.
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