Weekly journal-miner., 1922-12-06
EXTRA NUMBER
 ON QUAIL HUNT
Hunting Party in Automobile Gives Chase to Coyote Across Congress Junction Flat and Beats Desert Speedhound.
From wecnesday-r DaiIyO

Mir. and Mrs. II. E. Mitchell Sat
 urday evening went for a spin to the quail haunt at Congress Juntcoin.
 They planned to spend the night there and on Sunday make a raid on
 the birds that literally infest the plains, the rocks and cactus thickets Iof a section Of country measuring about 80 by 100 miles, with the most densely populated quail area being in the immediate vicinity of the June
 ton.
 That was really ali that was on the program; but Mir Mitchell is a man who does not go exactly to a set program on hunting trip. He
 was accompanied from Prescott by
 Eli s. Perkins, and on Sunday morn ing the hunting party left for the plains west Of Congress Junction to search in the quail district, and when out about four miles a fine coyote loped into view on the skyline, about
 5O0 yards away.
 The party was well armed with just plain shotguns with birdshot, but everyone immediately had de- sire for the hide of that wild and willy canine. Many times he had seen automobiles come upon the plains, and as many times had seen them go on their way following the beaten trails. He loped on leisurely for a few paces, but the hunting party was not allowing any coyote to Haunt all insult at three perfectly good hunts men.
 "Step on the gas and we'll get him." someone said. Mitchell step ped, the roadster stepped, and the coyote left the road and started off across the plains, looking back over his shoulder to make sure what was going on.
 The car left the road and started at 5 miles an hour after the now frightened coyote. The race was to see who could first reach the black hill to the east. The coyote knew that safety lay in those deep ravines, and thitherward he sped The hunt CTS knew that heavy brush meant a lost race The plains at that point are open for a space of about three miles, and the race was on for that distance.
 The coyote set new speeds for other coyotes to equal Mitchell never once took his foot off the gas, the brakes were forgotten and speed was sought. Perkins held his quail gun in readiness to fire when within range The first shot made the coyote go faster.
 The second shot took effect, and turned the fleeing boss of the plains over; but he didn't stop going. When he landed right side up, his speed in creased. The next shot missed and the speed again increased.
 But so did that of the car. That driver was not going to lose that race, if tires and steel would hold ! and they did. The next shot brought the coyote down with a broken hind leg; and as the loser of the exciting chase sought shelter under the shady side of small mesquite bush John i Perkins, who had been keeping the | muskets loaded, took a passing shot and landed the coyote a last blow 1 which laid him down for the full count
 Turn 'eu out wild" is the slogan at the Prescott Frontier days celebra- ton and they do tarn 'cm out wild. But Mitchelrs slogan is to Bring 'cm in wild" The hide of that poacher on barnyard coops and the less powerful denizens of the plains was soon peeled from its carcass and , duly stretched in the most approved trapper style. When cured, it will be sent to the iurriers for mounting as center rug for the Mitchell den. In days to come, when it is time for the fircsidc tales Mitchell will have a reminder oi a good story about the extra number on the program of the quail hunt. The regular program was carried out, and the right number of quail not shot in the back were brought in to decorate the board Tor several meals. The return drive end ed at Prescott Sunday evening.