| Show Deer Hunting l b by Air Plane Flying high over 11 1 Myton ton last Monday morning an plane air-plane was headed east The whir of the motor soon died away and a tiny spec no bigger than a mans man's hand hovered for a moment over oYer Randlett and then darted north toward Vernal Last Saturday morning Charles J. J I Kneale received a message from a friend of his in Salt Lake Lako telling I him to bo be ready for an plane air-plane I deer hunt on Monday And it was some hunt The wild things of the Uintah mountains were soon startled by the noise of that strange bird Since time immemorial birds' birds wings had cast shadows but never such a shadow as this During all these years when the stealthy hunter with trusty gun sneaked through brush I to get closer to his prey he was of of- ten outwitted but this awful creature creature creature crea crea- ture of the sky would not be he denied Let the deer jump where he may ma- and and run like lile the wind he could not get out of tilt tiffi way the shadow kept creeping up behind The ugly beak was poked downward and tho the flapping flapping flap flap- ping of the wings made unearthly sounds What was that explosion Could it be thunder No the wrong time of year for that It couldn't possibly have come from the throat of that winged monster Birds that the deer have known these many genera generations never make such noises as that But before any more bore more questions questions questions ques ques- could be asked that old enemy the bullet bullot pierced the shoulders s 's and the great horned buck whose body in the sun shone like silver made one leap leal and then lay till still |
