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Show IT COULD BE There have been many strange t ales t old of deer hunting and deer hunters, but the s t r angest and most humorous I 1ve heard is t old by my grandfather. ... ,() Grandad has ~J~ . (J a~i li ty , as such. lfi th one shot. I long been r eno1rr.aed as a hunter and has often displayed his For instance, there v;as the time that he bagged three ducks didn't actually see him do it, but I did see the ducks and hear the shot. Grandad said he just wai ted until a flock came over flying very close formation--he said they often cuddle that way t o keep warm--then he f i red a shot at them, and t he result was three f ine mallards t o his credit. But to get back to my s t ory, Grandad tells the tale of how he killed a deer with his. bare hands. I tZ~ th ~Y ~~h· as all ;.deer stories t?egin, with a campfire~ cookin :r ~~--~on,A boiling co'!fee , the smell of ~ ® a freshly rolled Bull Durham cigaretLe Sj>UUa,; feri.ft l.ts-<!:er~ the da£~ and fina l ly a hard bed on t he ground , the sound of an alarm clock in the middle of the night, a quick fire on the dead coals, a cup of half- , vrarm coff ee , then t he sound of heavy shoes as t he hunters begin their trek to - the nearby pines and cliffs in search of t he elusive buck. Well, a s I understand it, Gr andad £ollowed this usual pattern and perched himself' on a rock in the mi ddle of' a grove of pines where ~a good httndred yards on all sides. He built a small fire and~~ ·~fo r one of the less experienced hunters t o drive a deer his tvay. Grandad always was a smart hunter in that he never \valked very far and yet always seemed t o bag the biggest deer in the crot.Yd. Anyway , soon a big buck came lei tering along in a clearing in full view of Grandad. There was a tense moment while ~ Grandad spit on his hands , wiped off' his s i ghts , and lowered his trus~4odel 1893 Winchester into firing position. He qui etly r eleaaed t he saf ety, took careful aim, and slo1·1ly squeezed t he trigge r . Bang t The deer s lumped to the |
