A Deer Hunt

From the November 23, 1900 Skidmore Standard, page 1:

A DEER HUNT.
Points in Common With Duck Hunts Now.

 

Since moving from the farm into his elegant, new home in Highland View, a few months ago, “Uncle” Dan Albright has been rapidly accustoming himself to town life. And he enjoys it, too, more than anyone. He finds it hard to break away from the habit of breakfasting before 5:00 o’clock, but in other ways he is falling in line as fast as he can. Some time ago he discovered the charm which goes with visiting the station to see the “covered cars” come in and pull out. He is now as regular as the hotel landlord and the livery men, and it makes no difference what the weather may be, “rain or shine” – “Uncle” Dan always shows up at the depot a few minutes before the morning and evening passenger trains are due to arrive.

 

Tuesday morning, the group of loafers and others, who were toasting their shins by the railroad company’s fire, began talking about the number of ducks killed by the Skidmore sportsmen who go duck shooting down at Big Lake, when “Uncle” Dan gave his opinion as to how the Skidmore men got their ducks, by relating an incident which happened here when he was a young man.

 

“Some fellows came up from St. Joseph, to shoot deer,” he said, “and we boys went out with them one day to help them; but they made so much noise a whoopin’ and yellin’ that they couldn’t get a shot at a deer nor neither could we. Then they tried it themselves, but didn’t get anything. We had plenty of venison hanging up in the smokehouse, so them fellows when they got ready to go home bought every ham, shoulder, rib, hide and head and horns that we had – and paid a big price, too. And I expect, they took them home and said that they killed them.” Then he added, “and that may be the way with these fellows and their ducks.”