As you request stories of peculiar incidents in connection with outdoor life, I will give you one of my experiences in the early days in the Coeur d' Alenes. I went out one day to get a deer for use in camp (bridge building) and was making my way alongside a deep gulch, when on looking across the gulch, probably 300 yards in a direct line I saw a deer standing in fair view. I fired and he fell "in his tracks," stone dead, I supposed. The snow was quite deep and I went up the gulch perhaps a half mile and around the end of it, and back on the opposite side.
When within about 250 yards of where I had shot my deer, I looked and saw him standing in the same place under a large yellow pine. I fired and he fell as before, "in his tracks." I made my way over the snow as best I could and when within about 50 yards of the tree my deer jumped up and started off on the run; I fired and broke a hind leg, but he still kept going and I fired two or three times more before stopping him. After cutting his throat, I looked for my first shots, but could find no marks except those just made. Then I made my way to the big pine tree, and found two dead deer under it, one shot square through the head, and the other with its back broken just behind the shoulders. Neither one had moved after being shot.
J. L. Bailey.
Pend Oreille Co., Wash.
Fur, News. Fur News, January 1916.
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