The Coconino sun., 1925-01-09

JEROME WOULD-BE DEER
HUNTERS HAVE HARD LUCK

Milton Scott, Earl Garoutte and
Bob Robinson are candidates for the
hard luck leather medal. It's this
way:
Hizzoner the mayor read in the
Verde Copper News about the tame
deer that were padding around in the
Kaibab forest north Of the Grand
Canyon. He met up with Bob and
Earl and said:
"Now lissen, boys, they've been
poking a lot of fun at us eos we
went up into the White mountains this
winter and didn't bring anything home
except bad colds.
"Now, they's a mess of deers up
there in the Kaibab forest that's 50
durn tame you can beat 'em to death
with a club. When a hunter shows
up, they send the word around among
'emselfs and they tell me you can't
get decent sleep the way they come
nosing around your tent looking for
Jose Cuervo and such stuff in the
grub box.
"Now, what's the matter of US go
ing up there and shipping home nine
bucks SOS these birds II keep their
faces shut for the next ten-er-leven
months 2"
The idea looked fine, so the trio
started off for the Kaibab by way of
Lees Ferry, and then Senorita Hard
Luck set the jinx at worll-overtime
First rattle out Of the box, the
boys ran into three feet Of snow be-
tween Williams and Flagstaff and
had to be plowed out Then they
battled the drifts between Flagstaff
and Lees Ferry for couple Of days,
but they stuck to the job like men
and got down to the edge of the river.
They could look across and less
than 80 miles away the giant trees of
the Kaibab loomed large on the north
ern horizon Said Milt, with a dra-
matte gesture: 'There they are, boys;
| can smell 'em in the pan right now,
and, gee! them birds back in Jerome
won't slam their Shiny slurs at US
when we get home this time. Mebbe
| won't hunt from horseback like |
set quiet in a blind and youse guys
can drive EN- up to me. I'll fill 'em
so full of lead that they'll bog down
nght Whefe tney stand.
So they sat in the car and footed
the horn for the ferryman who was
on the other side of the river. Then
they waited awhile and footed some
more. Then they went into camp for
the night. At the first approach of
rosy-fingered dawn, they started the
horn honking some more and they
nearly ran the storage battery down
but it didn't hurry the ferry one little
bit. Then they looked into the box
and said things to Mister Jose.
Finally the guardian of the ferry
decided he'd come to the south side
and see what all the fuss was about
He did and what he heard was an ear
full. He told 'em he'd take 'em across
next morning. He had had only two
days and nights sleep on the north
side and just simply had to have some
rest.
Bob Robinson got up at a o'clock
in the morning, kicked the others out
of their blankets and went down to
the river to wash.
Great ice floes were careering wild
ly down the stream and Eliza could
have escaped across the Colorado at
that point even if all the bloodhounds
that Uncle Tom ever carried were on
her trail.
The ferryman took one slant at the
river and went back to bed after
vouchsafing the information that
"she won't be crossable for week F"
Anyhow, the Jose was all gone, so
the would-be deerslayers said a few
unprintable things and came back to
Jerome with their tails dragging in
-snow.-Jerome News.