In the fall of 1919 I wanted to go on a bunting trip, so one morning Papa and I went The only gun I have is a 44 Winchester rifle, but I took my brother's 38^55 and papa took his 30-30.
My brother took us up to the woods with the automobile, and we walked the rest of the way to camp, and arrived there about noon. We cut wood and some new spruce boughs to put on the bed, then we ate dinner. After dinner I put my cartridge belt on and took my gun and we struck up over the hill. We went just far enough apart so we could hear each other.
We traveled all afternoon and towards night we were going over a big brush pile and I had by hand in my pocket to get an apple. Just then my foot slipped off a log and I landed on my back down in a hole. I got up again and caught up to Papa.
About five o'clock we came out on a log hauler roadside of Alexander brook. Papa told me to get behind some bushes because he said, the deer might come out to drink, and then papa went up the log hauler road and came back in an hour, then we started for camp which was about two miles or more away.
We walked down the log hauler road and I was behind papa with the gun on my shoulder. All of a sudden something jumped in the bushes right ahead of us. I saw papa put the gun to his shoulder and then I saw the deer Papa fired and the deer turned right around and ran across the road in front of us. Then I took a shot at him. Papa said, "We have got him." I said, "How do you know?" He said. "I saw the hole where the bullet came out." We went in after the deer and found him about four rods in the woods. It was a little buck with horns about three inches long. Papa opened him and dragged him to the brook and washed him out. Then we struck for camp about a mile and a half away and reached it about seven o'clock.
We then ate our supper. I have never had a meal that tasted any better. About eight o'clock we went to bed. During the night I woke up about a dozen times because I was not used to such a hard bed.
The next morning we were up before daylight ate our breakfast and started up the road to where some people had been lumbering. There was a village of about fifteen camps. We did not see anything so we went back to where the deer lay. There I saw a weasel right side of the deer. I shot at him and he went down in a hole and I did not see him any more.
It was ten o'clock so we ate a lunch and found a pole to carry the deer on. We carried it out to the clearing and then my brother came to meet us. That ended one of my best hunting trips.
I am fourteen years old and I like hunting, fishing and trapping
A. Forest Nelson.
Hunter-Trader-Trapper. October: 1921,
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