<TITLE>19. Par 85-89</TITLE>L-85 And you know, he used to go out with me hunting, and he would--he would shoot those little fawns just to make me feel bad. And I said, "Burt..." Now, it's all right. I ain't nothing against killing a fawn now, to you hunting brothers. You see? No, sir. If the state says you can have it, all right, 'cause the Conservation watches that to see if they got enough. They can let it go like that. And there's nothing wrong in the--the age of the animal.
Abraham killed a calf, and God eat it. That's right. So I don't think of the youth. But just to be mean, that's it. Just to do it to be mean, I think that's just murder, and I wouldn't kill anything like that. And so, Burt would just--he'd see a fawn running. He'd just turn them over, like that and say... And I'd say, "Burt, I love you. You're a good man. But you're--you're the meanest man I ever seen."
He said, "Aw, preacher, that's the way with all you guys. You're too chicken-hearted." He said, "Get next to it."

L-86 And I went up there one winter to hunt with him. It was kind of late in the fall, and there was a kind of... Snow had already fell, and the hunting season had been out for a couple weeks. And I... Burt went up there to meet me, and we got to the camp. And we got our hot chocolate. We'd put it in our thermos bottle. And then, we got out, caught somewhere in the snow, and couldn't... had to stay all night, build up a fire, why, we'd have hot chocolate to keep us kind of warm through the night, and maybe a sandwich, or something. And--and always carried dry matches to build a fire.

L-87 And that morning we went up over Jefferson Notch, going into the Presidential Range. And so, we went... Not even a track... Them little white-tailed deer, you talk about Houdini being an escape artist, they're really good. And they can get under that brush, and you'll--you don't see them. Right late of a evening just before dark you'll see one just move. If it's moonlight he will wait till it's nighttime to come out. See? Then after they're shot at, anyhow, they are very, very hard to find. And we hadn't even found one track that morning. And it come about noontime, and... Before we left, Burt said, "I got something for you, Billy."

L-88 And I said, "What is it?" And he reached down in his pocket, and he had a little whistle. I said, "What's that? Coyote... for coyotes?"
He said, "No. That's a deer call." He said, "Listen at this," and he blowed it. And you've heard a fawn cry, like a little deer, fawn, crying for its mammy."
And I said, "Burt, you wouldn't do that."
And he said, "Oh, preacher." Said, "You guys," said, "you're too chicken-hearted to be hunters."
And I said, "Well, Burt, I like to hunt." And frankly, I've had to get his deer a many times.
But he said... He said, "But you guys are too chicken-hearted."
I said, "Well, don't--don't shoot them little bitty fellows, Burt." I said, "You oughtn't to do that." And he... I said, "You wouldn't blow that whistle like that."
He said, "You just watch."

L-89 Well, I'd forgot about it. It was about eleven o'clock in the day, and we come to a place about as big as this room in here, snow on the ground. It was a open place. And old Burt set down, and he started reaching back like this. I thought he was going to take a drink of his hot chocolate.
So he reached back like this, and when he did he brought this little whistle out. I said, "Burt, you wouldn't do that."
He said, "Shhh." He took that little whistle, and he cried out, sounded just exactly like a little--a little baby fawn crying for its mama.


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