<TITLE>20. Par 88-92</TITLE>L-88 And he used to shoot little fawns just to make me feel bad. And he'd shoot... You know what a fawn is. It's a little baby deer. And he'd shoot them does, mother does and fawns, and things. Now, it's all right. If the law... Now, I'm not... You hunting brothers, I'm not condemning killing a fawn. That's all right, if the law says kill it. But just to shoot them just for fun, that's wrong. That's murder. In my book it's murder (That's right.) to kill them just to be killing. Now, not because it was a fawn...
Now, Abraham killed a calf, and God eat it. So it's not the sex, or the--or the size; but it's just killing them to be cruel to kill. That's what Burt would do, just--just to be mean, to make me feel bad. He'd shoot those little fellows and watch them tumble over, just for fun.

L-89 And I... One year I went up there. It was kind of late, and I went up. And Burt, we'd... He'd been waiting for me for two days. I told you I was always late, and even on my hunting trips. So he... I was late.
He said, "Where have you been, preacher?"
I said, "I just couldn't get off from work, Burt." We was right in time of quail season. I said, "I couldn't get off from work."
He said, "Well, it's going be late." Said, "Been hunting up here now for several days." Said, "Them little white tails are like Houdini, the escape artist. They're gone just in a second." And said...
I said, "Well, we'll try it. We know where we're at. We got about ten days now. We'll get one."

L-90 So we started off that morning, and he said, "I want to show you something, preacher. You never seen nothing like it."
I said, "What is it, Burt?"
He reached down in his pocket, and pulled out a little whistle, and he whistled it, blowed it. And it sounded just like a little baby fawn, crying for its mama.
And I said, "Now, Burt, you wouldn't be that cruel."
And he said, "Oh, you're like all the rest of the preachers. You're too chicken-hearted to be a hunter." He said, "Get next to yourself, fellow."
I said, "Burt, that--that's not being chicken-hearted. That's just--that's just acting with sense." I said, "Don't you do a thing like that, Burt."
He said, "Aw, go on, Billy. What's the matter with you?"

L-91 So we always carry some chocolate. Chocolate is better than coffee, 'cause it's stimulating. Sometime you get turned around in the woods, may have to stay out overnight. And you'd better have a little chocolate with you or something to keep you warm through the night, if you can't find some dry stuff to make a fire.
So we hunted till about, up about eleven o'clock, and we didn't see a track or a sign. About four inches, six inches of snow, good tracking weather, not a sign nowhere... Moonlight night, 'course and them deer feeding at night... But we couldn't find even a track. And I said, "Well, it's going to be pretty bad."

L-92 We walked on, about eleven o'clock, and all at once, he kind of... He come to an opening, be about twice the size of this building here. Burt kind of stooped down, and he put his hand back in his coat like this, and I thought "Well, he's going to--we're going eat a bite of lunch, and maybe separate, and him go one way and I another, and work our way in. Nine or ten o'clock tonight we'd be back to our camp."
So he reached down there, pulled out this little whistle, and I said... Now, I thought he was going to get his lunch, but he pulled out this little whistle. And he put it up to his mouth, and give a little call like a little baby fawn bleating for its mammy, you know, like that. And when he did that, he looked up at me.


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