The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1933-10-26
Hans, the Tailor
Disproves Theory
Gun Is Not Needed Hunting
Pheasants-Sad, Sad Tale of
Misplaced Confidence

Pheasants-Sad, Sad Tale of
Misplaced Confidence
Most fellows starting out in
quest of wild game take guns
with them.
They have a lust for blud.
A well known Sank Centre cit
izen is a fisherman of note. He
is so enthusiastic, so the story
goes, that he will even jump in
to the water and capture a pick
erel who thinks he is smart
enough to get away from Hans.
Vain hope.
When Gilbert Hanson, better
known as Hans, the tailor" gets
his eagle eye on game or fish.
Well, it's all over but the frying
pan.
Many pickerel, if they could
have lived to tell the story
would have given grim testimony
of Hans efficiency and profic-
iency.
The fellows about town knew
Hans proficiency in the fish line,
Ye Gods, why shouldn't he be
proficient. He is a Scandinavian.
History tells us that the Scandi-
navians love their luderfisk. Cts
spelled something like that.)
Referring to ludefsh the edi-
tors vision goes back to the days
when they were parked" in
front of the country stores, and
the friendly dogs stopped ever
and anon.
But let us hasten along to
Hans hunting experiences.
It appears that with the open
ing of the pheasant season Hans
and several of his cronies took
a short trip to the country. They
unloaded their artillery in plenty
of time before the hour of the
seasons opening.
A gaudy cock pheasant flew up
almost in front of Hans nose.
OF course Hans resented the in
suit. He took aim, and fired.
This noise was something with
which Mr.. Cock was not familiar.
The cock was frightened.
Wouldn't you be if gun was
fired almost under your nose
without warning.
What would you do under the
same circumstances? OF course
you would try to hide. That's
just what this particular cock
pheasant tried to do.
He was a bum gueSser.
He didn't fool Hans for a min
ute.
Hans spotted where the pleas
ant was hidden.
He approached carefully say
ing birdie, birdie, don't be
frightened"
The pheasant, a simple soul,
believed the tailor.
Depressing momentarily, did
you ever know tailor in whom
you could place the utmost con-
fidence?
The Herald reporters who
were on the job, Gncluding par
enthetically that this newspaper
always covers it's field;) with
gladness in his heart, watched
Hans approach the lair of this
frightened bird.
The Herald representative
wasn't the only one who had
confidence in Hans Boy Scout
traits.
The cock pheasant was also
hypnotised.
While Hans was approaching
the frightened cock, his former
fishing experiences must have
overpowered his tender tend
encies, if any.
On reaching this helpless and
mistaken confidence of the
pheasant, what did Hans do?
= The writer shudders to tell
you the truth.
But accuracy is the sublime at
tribute of the Herald in report
ing news. good, bad or indiffer-
emit.
When Hans arrived at the spot
where Mr.. Pheasant Cock was
recoiling he gave him few
words of endearment, and then
quickly grasping him in his good
right hand, Hans wrung his
neck?
The Herald reporter, not being
familiar with this sort of treat
ment of either man or beast, or
even women, was almost horri-
fed.
Upon reflection, if you, for in
stance, had the cunning of Hans
the tailor, under similar circum-
stance, what would you have
done?
The chorus answer, 1--WE would