Tales of Open Road

Hunting Deer with the C.C.C.

... Bill Jodrey, Cook and Hunter 1933

Bill Jodrey

When I was a cook at the camp located on the east slope of Willoughby Mountain, in the town of Willoughby, Vt., my duty hours were twenty-four hours on, which meant reporting for duty after the noon meal had been served and the kitchen was shipshape for the next shift, which then took over and prepared the evening meal and then made preparations for the next day's morning and noontime meals.

That arrangement allowed me to get acquainted with some of the farmers who lived in the area, and as a consequence I was invited to take part in a deer hunt when the hunting season opened in the Autumn.

Two hunting buddies of the farmer, Charlie Gee, were coming from downstate, and Charlie assured me that they were seasoned hunters and that we should have a real fine hunt.

The hunting season arrived and so did the two hunters from downstate, and we met and got acquainted in Charlie's barnyard where he proceeded to explain the way a rifle works.

He had two rifles in his hands and handed one to Bob to hold while he explained to me how a rifle works.

Charlie laid the rifle across his arm with the lock side up and said "This lever locks the trigger so that the gun can't be fired by accident," and he pulled the trigger to demonstrate and the gun fired, sending a bullet into the henhouse and killed one of his chickens.

"Well," he allowed "I'll have to get that fixed." He gave me his gun and he carried the defective one, and we took off up the mountain to hunt and kill "Bambi."

About a quarter of a mile into the forest, we quietly stepped into an open glade and there browsing on some shrubs was a rather small deer. We all saw each other at the same instant and the deer jumped about twenty feet on the first leap.

The 'seasoned hunters' all fired in the direction in which the deer had been browsing. I was standing behind the three men and fortunately it did not even occur to me to shoot.

I did see a small piece of a branch fly off so I knew where one gun was pointing but at any rate, no one was hurt.

We 'hunted' for another two hours, saw nothing, and quit.

That was my one and only hunt.

April 16, 1999

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