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AM a reader of the H-T-T and do enjoy the letters written by Brother Sportsmen. But not seeing any letters from the central part of Wisconsin, I will write and tell you of our deer hunting trip in November, 1916. There are six of us that hunted together for seven years and have hunted in quite a number of places in Northern Wisconsin. Am sending a picture of the deer and hunters, names as follows: Left to right First, the writer; second, Hank Conrad; third, Geo. Arch; fourth, John Conrad; fifth, Geo. Steltz; and six, Chas. Wagner, our cook.

And for guns, we all use the Remington automatic rifles and in our estimation they are second to none, for a man has quite an advantage over any pump or lever action gun, and as to durability some of the guns in our party have been used for ten years with the best of satisfaction, especially this fall, for it only required eight shots to bag our game.

Our game laws are bucks only and I for one don't think much of said laws, because the fines for a violator are punk, they being only $25.00, which is no fine at all. To my belief it ought to be one hundred or more because you have good hunters and a lot of punk hunters, because two years ago there were six nice does killed and some left to rot in the neighborhood where we hunted. Now, any man that will kill deer just to see them fall ought to be barred of hunting license for the rest of his life, because those are the fellows that are shortening the game in this state and to no advantage to themselves. Another thing we need is more game wardens during deer hunting.

This fall we started up to the northwestern part of the state in the Flambo River district. We left Wausau, Wis., on the path of November, 1916, and got to our hunting grounds on the l0th, at about 7 a. m. and a very tired bunch, believe me. The first thing to do was to get something to satisfy our hunger. The cook got busy and the rest fell in line for about an hour and talk about a good meal. We had it that night, at least we felt about ninety per cent better. After supper a little smoke and then to making our beds, or bunks as we call them here, and by the time we got straightened out it was eleven o'clock and a bed of any kind felt good, for a hike of eight to fifteen miles over rough roads tells on a man if he only had four hours to make it in.

The next morning, the nth, four of us started out to locate and do some still hunting at the same time and report in the evening. None of us had any shooting but signs were fair in some places where deer had worked lately, so that evening was spent in yarns and cards, but we retired early so as to be on deck early the next morning, that being the I2th and Sunday. We all started out to still hunt, but with no success on account of snow, the underbrush being so covered with snow it prevented seeing eight rods ahead of you. I got a glimpse of one deer, that was all, the snow being so heavy on the small trees it was very easy for a deer to make his get-away and the rest of the bunch had no better luck. That evening we decided to try a drive the next day, that being the I3th. Well, we got out early that morning and found it a bad morning, for it was snowing some more, making it very disagreeable. Arch and I were chosen to make the drive and I got some start of my pal to our destination to where we were to start the drive from. So I waited for him and when Arch came along he informed me that a deer had stepped in my tracks and was going into the thicket. We were to drive in. So we started and hadn't gone far, before I crossed some fresh tracks and I was quite sure they were laying in the thicket not far away. And, true enough, I hadn't gone more than about fifty paces when a buck and doe jumped up ahead of me. But I got my gun on him, the buck, and dropped him with one shot through the back. My pal being only a short distance away, came over and we dressed Mr. Buck, which proved to be a six prong buck, and then continued our drive, but no further luck. We chased up a couple more but didn't break through where the rest of our comrades were stationed. We all went back and packed the deer into camp and still hunted the rest of the day with the luck of nothing. Tuesday and Wednesday were ditto; I ran across a bear track made that day, so the next morn marsh where John did the calling. But we were met by him on our way out, so that saved us a trip of packing his deer that night, which proved to be a fine five prong buck. Next morning being Friday, meant a three mile pack so we got an early start and packed very near all day, arriving at camp about four-thirty o'clock, and believe me, we were a very tired bunch of hunters, for that seven prong buck only weighed 1/5 pounds but by the time we got near camp he weighed nearer 300 at the least, so it seemed to us.

Hank and I took after the bear, expecting to find him in his den. We followed him for about twelve miles over windfalls and through brush and that was enough; so about two-thirty we started toward camp and on our way back, we run into a dandy seven prong buck and Hank dropped him. After dressing him and hanging him up, we proceeded toward camp, blazing the way from the deer and arrived just before dark.

Saturday, nothing doing, no luck. But Sunday it was an ideal day, very warm, so we all got on some good runways and as luck would have it, we bagged three more that day, so that settled last fall's hunting for us. After packing the deer to camp and engaging our team for the next day, we got busy stringing our deer up to have a picture taken of them and our party. C. Wayner got busy with his camera and I think all sportsmen will give him credit for good work with the focus.

Monday morning we packed up and got started for the station, which reached in time for the train homeward. Now, brother sportsmen, let us hear from you and what luck you had last year.

Hunter-Trader-Trapper. October: 1921,

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