<TITLE>11. Par 41-44</TITLE>L-41 And now, if the law says you can kill a fawn, that's all right; there's nothing against it. Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God, so... But not to just keep shooting them, just to be mean. See it's your--it's your perversion, your attitude.
And so he--he would just shoot those little fawns. And I said, "Burt, don't do that. You're the meanest guy I ever seen."
And he said, "Oh, Billy, get next to yourself. You're just a chicken-hearted preacher."
"Why," I said, "it don't take a chicken-hearted preacher to know right from wrong." I said, "You shouldn't do that."
And one year, when I went up there, he'd had him a little whistle. And he could take that little whistle and go just like a little baby deer crying for it's mammy.
And I--I thought, "You're not going to use that, sir."
"Oh," He said, "get next to yourself, Billy."

L-42 And we went hunting that day--a very fine hunter; I love to follow with him. And we'd separate in the woods, and you'd never have to think about hunting him up; you knowed where he was at. And so we was a... I hunted till about noon together, and then we were going to separate and go back down different mountains to come back to our camp.
And it... he... Just before about eleven thirty, he was walking in front. We hadn't seen a track at all, and there was about a six inch snow on the ground, good tracking weather. But the deer season had been in for quite awhile and much shooting going on, the deers were all afraid. We call it "spooked." They were scared, stayed in the thickets, and under the brush piles, and wherever they could get, especially when the daylight was on.

L-43 So, he kindly stooped down at a little opening, and the first thing you know I seen him reach into his coat, and I thought he was going to get his lunch and we'd have our lunch together. We'd packed hot chocolate and--and some sandwiches, where if we got lost... And then he--he--he reached in there and pulled out this little old whistle, and he gave it a little cry. And when he did, just across the opening, about the distance of this place, a mother doe stood up. Now, that's the mother deer, the doe. Oh, she was a beautiful animal. And I'll never forget how she looked. She raised up those great big beautiful ears, standing up, her big brown eyes, and the veins looked like in her face, you could just see them.
And he looked around to me with that lizard looking eyes and he said... Kindly pulled--pulled hisself down. I thought, "Burt, you won't do that." And I heard the--the lever come back, and he pulled the bolt back, and throwed a shell up into that .30-06 rifle. I thought, "Burt, surely you won't." So he squealed again like that, and the old mother deer... Now, that's very unusual for them to raise up like that, especially that time of day, and hunting season... She walked right out into the opening.

L-44 Now, any of you brethren that hunts know they won't do that. And it's so... What was it, though? What was she standing there? And Burt moved. And the deer saw him. Did she run? No, she stood there. What was it? She wasn't playing church. She was a mother. There was something in her was real. It was real love. A baby was crying, and she had something in her that called and answered; she was a mother. And she seen the hunter; she quiver a few times, and she looked again for that baby.
I seen Burt level that rifle down; that scope hair would come right across her heart. I thought, "Oh, he was a dead shot." I thought, "Oh, my, in another second or two he will blow her loyal heart plumb through her." I thought, "How can you do it, Burt? How can you be so mean?" That mother out there, displaying real mother love. She isn't a hypocrite. She's really... There's a baby in trouble. Death or no death. She's a mother.


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