A THANKSGIVING DAY HUNT
Thanksgiving Day was a fine day for hunting. Fred Raich and myself decided to go hunting in the morning and it didn't take us long to get ready. We went around some pastures and then went into a cedar grove. Here my dog started a rabbit and ran it down quite a way; then he came back again. I told Fred to go on the road and I kept a lookout on the inside. A minute later I saw it coming ahead of the dog. Well, I took a good bead and then let go. "I got him, Fred," I hollered and soon he was there and I put the rabbit in the back of my coat. We were glad with the luck we had, so we went on for more.
It was a nice warm morning and pleasant hunting. We went about half a mile when we started something. This time it was a partridge. It hadn't gone far when I stopped it. It had been fired at before, because its wing was all blue underneath. Well, I put that in my coat and we went on. We walked nearly half a mile when we saw something. This time it was two squirrels up a big oak tree. Fred tried to get them with his .22 caliber rifle. He fired about a dozen shots and then both got in the stone wall, so we didn't bother with them. We decided to follow a dried out brook. Here we got a squirrel. The dog got it up a tree and Fred shot it. I put that in my coat and we went right off to a rock about a mile away. We did not get anything on the way over. We hunted around here quite a while and didn't start anything, so we thought it best to go home. When we were about half way home, my dog started a rabbit in an ivy thicket. My dog was working in there for some time when the rabbit flew across the road. He was about two feet in the air. I fired at it and missed. In about ten minutes my dog drove him in the stone wall. I told Fred to watch with the shotgun, while I would see if I could get it. It didn't take me long to get the rabbit. I took off my coat and told Fred to put it on and when I put the rabbit in he complained how heavy it was. It was getting near noon now and talk about hot! It was cold when we started out and we put extra coats on. I opened my coat and opened my shirt collar as far as I could and pushed my cap back. When we got home we were all in. We got home about one o'clock and put our game in the corn crib and went in to dinner and you can bet we didn't sit there for nothing.
After dinner we went out and looked at our game. Fred wanted the rabbit and squirrel and I got the rest. My dog is a half setter and half hound and he likes to hunt as much as we do. When he sees me with the gun, you can't hold him. I will write about him, as he has had several narrow escapes. He has treed a great many squirrels and run a good number of rabbits. He has also killed several skunks. Now before I close I will tell you of the first fur-bearer I caught.
It was in the fall of 1909. I was driving to the pasture and happened to look over in a clump of Lushes and saw it. So I called my dog and after a lot of hollering we killed the skunk. It was as black as could be and we sold it afterwards for a dollar.
Come on, boys, and tell us what's going on; we all like to read your stories. I like the fall of the year best because trapping time comes. I think we all like to tramp over the woods and fields to set some traps. It sure makes you feel good to find a nice black skunk waiting for you.
Hampden Co., Mass.
Fur, News. Fur News, January 1916.
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