<TITLE>23. Par 84-87</TITLE>L-84 Look at that little queen (Now, I'm closing.), the first time she'd ever seen anything real. She turned to the audience. First, she turned to the men that was with him. And she said, "Blessed are you that's with this gift all the time. Blessed are you that can see this daily. Your eyes are blessed."
Think of a heathen. "Your eyes are blessed," you who can stand and see this. You Pentecostals, blessed are your eyes that you get to see it all the time.
She even wanted to take some dirt back down in her country. What? She'd seen something real for her first time. She'd seen so much idol, and theology, and so much put-on, but no real move of God. And when she really seen God moving, she caught it. "And the queen of the south shall rise in the judgment with this generation and condemn it: for she came from the utmost parts of the world to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and, behold, a greater than Solomon is here." The little fellow just seen it for her first time.

L-85 In closing, I might make this little statement. I might've told you about it before. I hunt. That's my pastime, shooting targets, hunting, fishing. My old mother, that just passed away, was a half-breed. So and my conversion never took it out of me. I still love the outdoors. I see God.
I used to hunt up in the north woods. There's a fellow up there named Burt Caul, one of the finest hunters I ever hunted with. You didn't have to worry about losing him. He knowed how to get back home. And he was a good hunter, but he was the meanest man I ever seen. I never seen a man... He had eyes like a lizard, and I--I never seen a--a meaner man in my life. Oh, he was really cruel. And he used to shoot fawns just... You know what fawns are, little baby deers. He used to shoot them just to make me feel bad. I always hated to kill little fellows. And he--and he would shoot them just not...

L-86 Now, if the law says you can shoot a fawn, remember, that's all right. I was game warden for years. And so, if the law says you can shoot a fawn, that's all right. It's not the--the size, sex, or whatever the animal is; it's whether they let you shoot it or not. Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. See, nothing about the little part about it.
But just to be mean, that's a murder to me. That's right. Kill just for the fun of killing, that's not right. You should never take but what the law says, and take it decently and manly. Everything you do, do it right (That's right.), 'cause you're written epistles read of all men, the way you conduct yourself, and the things you do as Christians.

L-87 But Burt would do this just to be mean. He was a cruel fellow. Every time I'd go up there and he'd see a fawn, he'd just blow him over, just to make me... Maybe not even pick him up, just to be mean.
One year, I went up there a little late. I got off from work late, and we had a bad season. And hunting season had been in two or three weeks, and that was New Hampshire. It was--it was just over there on the Presidential Range, and it was a--it was a very fine hunting country of whitetail deer. I think you have the mule here, and he's slow and clumsy up the side of one of them.
You talk about Houdini as being escape artist, you ought to see a whitetail when he's scared. He can just vanish. So you really have to be a sport and a shot. Don't cripple him. Kill him, and if you're going to. If you don't, let him alone. So it really takes a good shrewd hunter to get his deer. So I like to do that.
So then, when we'd go hunting... We went hunting. He said, "Billy, you're just about two weeks late." Said, "We only got about a week."
I said, "Yes. But Burt, surely we can find one somewhere."
"Been a lot of shooting."


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