<TITLE>27. Par 101-103</TITLE>L-101 See, I don't have to beg for nothing; the Lord don't want me go, then He keep me here. See? Just... That's the way to live. I love to live that way. Just what He says is all right. I ain't got nothing, don't want nothing. So I just want His grace is all.
I used to hunt up in the north woods. I had a hunting partner up there and you... All you brethren that hunt know what a good hunting partner is. You know one another. He was one of the finest hunters and the best shots I ever seen. You never had to worry about him. Sometimes you'd take a chee-chocker in the woods, and you would get... Chee-chocker, that means "greenhorn." It's an Indian word. But you take him into the woods and you just have to keep an eye or him, or get him lost. But you never had to worry about old Burt. He knowed where he was at, about half Indian himself.
So he was a fine fellow, but the meanest man I ever seen in my life. He was [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]... cruel-hearted-est guy. He used to shoot little fawns just to make me feel bad. Now, I don't think it's wrong to shoot a fawn. If the conservation says for you to shoot a fawn, that's all right. Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. So the fawn part's all right, but not just to be mean. It's--it's not what you do; it's the way you do it. So sometimes it's not what you say; it's the way you say it.

L-102 And so then this--this little fawn... He'd see them little fawns, and he knew, me being a minister you know, he'd just shoot them little fellows, eight or ten of them a year just to make me feel bad. And I said, "Burt, you are one of the finest buddies, and I like to hunt with you because you're a good fellow; but you are so mean."
He said, "You call me mean."
I said, "You're more than that. You are wicked."
And he said, "Aw, preacher, get next to yourself," said, "you are chicken-hearted like the rest of the preachers."
I said, "I'm not chicken-hearted." But I said, "Man, they... I'm a hunter." And I said, "I--I don't... I'm not a killer; I'm a hunter."
And he said, "Aw, get next to yourself, Billy."
One year, up there, he said... I went up and I was a little late getting up there, season had opened a couple weeks. And oh, if anybody ever hunted in north woods, them whitetails, oh brother, talk about Houdini, the escape artist, they... and... He's--he's an amateur to them when they're shot at a couple times. And they just--just like that. [Brother Branham snaps fingers for illustration--Ed.] And sometimes you can't see over twenty feet away from you in them woods there in Maine where you... You--you'd better know where you are at or you'll never come back, for hundreds of miles it's just level, and you fall in the marsh, and go over your head ten times. And--and it's just dangerous hunting. If you are not a real woodsman, stay out of it unless you got somebody with you.

L-103 So we were out there hunting and we... And before we went out... My wife was with me, and she stayed up the lodge at the camp, and there's about twenty women up there. So Burt and I, we was taking across the other side of the mountain, and we knew where we were at and was hunting. And he said, "I got something, Billy."
I said, "What is it, Burt?"
He reached down in his pocket and he had a little whistle. He could blow it, and it sound like a little fawn crying (that's a baby deer, you know), crying for it's mammy. And oh, I said, "Burt, you are not that cruel. You would... Would you call a doe up with that fawn call?"
He said, "Aw, get next to yourself." I didn't really think he'd do it, honest.


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