<TITLE>22. Par 84-87</TITLE>L-84 Now, it's all right to take a fawn. Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. That's right. It's all right to kill a fawn, if the law says to kill it. They are conservationists; they know what can be killed and what not. But then, if... But not just kill a bunch of them to be mean. That's mean. And so he...
One day I went up to see him, and we was going hunting. And he had invented some kind of a little whistle, that made it go like a little baby fawn crying for it's mammy. And I thought... I said, "Burt, you're not going to use that."
"Oh," he said, "Preacher, you're too chicken-hearted. Get next to yourself."
And I said, "Burt, don't you do that."
"Oh," he said, "go on. That's the way with you preachers"; said, "you're too chicken-hearted...?... go on."

L-85 We went hunting that morning, and we... It was long in the season, and deers was scarce, 'cause the first gun goes to firing, they get to cover up there, because there's a lot of hunting. We always take us a sandwich and a little Thermos bottle full of hot chocolate, 'cause it gives nourishment and heat quick to the body. If you'd happen to hurt yourself or something, it'd be a pick-up.
And deers was very scarce. We walked from about daylight till about eleven-thirty, and had not even seen one track, about eight or ten inches of snow on the ground, good tracking weather. We'd went all down through the big beeches, and up through the places in the hardwood, and on into the other birch, and so forth, and the green timbers, and seen nothing, not even a track.

L-86 We come to a little clearing about the size of this building, this auditorium. And Burt just stooped down like this, started reaching back in his shirt. I thought he was going to get his lunch, and we'd eat lunch. And usually then, we'd separate at noon, and one goes one way and one another; and we'd get back to camp at night.
And he... reaching back in here, I started to get--let my gun down, and I started to get my lunch. And when he come out, he had this little old whistle. And he looked up to me with them lizard looking eyes of his. And I thought, "You're not going to do that, Burt."
And he took that little whistle, and he blew it. It sounded just like a little baby fawn (You've heard them.) crying for their mammy. And he--and he blowed this whistle, and he looked up at me and kinda laughed. And to my surprise, just across the opening, a great big beautiful doe stood up. Oh, she was a beautiful looking animal: see those great big brown eyes, those big ears peaking. And I looked at her. What was she? She was a mother. See? And a baby was in trouble, and she begin looking around. "Where's that baby at?"
And he looked up at me again like that, and I said, "He's going to do it anyhow."

L-87 I seen him pull back that lever on that .30-06; a dead shot he was. And he blew it again; she straightened those big ears up. Now, that's all together unnatural for a--a doe to do that in hunting season right that time a day. And she walked right out into that opening, looking around for that baby, where it was at. And when he started to raise his head up, the doe seen him.
Well now, usually they, what we call, "spook" at that. You see? They--they just scared; they'll run away. But not her. She throwed them big ears, and those big, brown eyes looked down that way, where the hunter's top of his cap coming up. And I seen him level that rifle, put that cross hair right across her loyal heart. I thought, "Oh Burt, how can you do that? How can you kill that mother looking for her baby?"
Now, I'd talk to him about the Lord, and he'd just laugh at me. And I said, "Burt, how can you do that? How can you ever kill that poor mother?"


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