Rensselaer Union, Volume 9, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 January 1877 — How a Minnesota Hunter Shot Seven Deer out of One Drove. [ARTICLE]

How a Minnesota Hunter Shot Seven Deer out of One Drove.

Waiting for the train at the Northwestern Depot, the other day, the Sentinel reporter, having with his usual modesty shrunk into a corner, heard C'apt. Bones, a well-known hunter, telling life story to a small but interested audience, composed chiefly of Tom Bt. George: “Did you ever hear how Bill Shepard sfiot seven deer out of one drove ! It was a still, cloudy day, and there were two feet or more of snow on the ground. There was Just an even dozen in the herd, and Bill >ad got behind a big log within ten rods of them. He had to make a hole through the snow on the log to get sight. He got all ready, picked out the biggest one, and blazed away. It was a big buck, and dropped to the shot. Well', you know if a deer can’t see or scent you he won’t run, and you can keep on shooting as long as you like. So when Bill dropped the first one, the rest just scattered and came right back together again. He shoved in another cartridge, picked out the biggest one again, and ne tumbled, too. Bill'put a third cartridge down, picked out the biggest one again, and he dropped to the shot. By this time Bill was pretty well’ excited. He had only four cartridges left, but he kept as cool as possible, picked out the biggest eveiy time and fetched him. When he had fired his last shot he sat and watched ’em a long time, but finally he had to show himself, and the balance of the deer left. It was just about this time the rest of us came up and inquired what all the shooting was about. Bill was feeling awfdlly because he hadn’t any more cartridges, but he swore he’d got seven deer anyway. We went over to see. The snow was mightily tramped down, sure enough, but there was only one deer—a big buck. There wasn’t the least trace of the other six, every one of which Bill saw drop to the shot. Then we went up and looked at the one he got, and as sure as you’re born he had seven bullets in him. Bill had shot the same one every shot. He would fal' and then jump up again, and, being the biggest one, Bill picked him out every time.’’— Milwaukee SerAinel.