“Pa, I got him! He’s still runnin so I gotta foller him till he drops so we don’t lose him in the underbrush! It’s a 10 point buck so he is a big one! John took off after the buck he had shot and the other boys were more determined than ever to get one bigger than John had gotten. The spirit of competition raged high with the brothers!
Steve, the revenooer let out a big sigh as Earl’s boys moved further away, realizing they were not there for him, but for huntin deer! He just hoped they wouldn’t discover him durin their huntin! He opened up a can of tuna fish, added some chopped up dill pickles and onions and mayonnaise and ate that with some ritz crackers. He would have to live like this at least one more day, as the guys were obviously huntin today, not making moonshine. However, the mash must be close to gettin fermented by now. “ Well, I will sharpen my axe today that I will use fur choppin up the still and be ready fur when they starts cookin,” he thought.
Back at the cabin that night, the two deer the boys had gotten were hung up in the trees so the blood could drain out, after the innards were carefully taken out so as not to corrupt the meat. The brains were cooked up to use fur tannin the hide. The boys had taken the skin off of the deer and scraped it. The deerskins were stretched between a frame of wood, using thin cord and the brains rubbed all over it to prepare it fur Lucy to sew into useful deerskin items.
Timmy said, “Pa, I done looked all over this mountain and the deer I shot is nowhere to be found. I follered the bloodstains and he doubled back around but then I lost him. I hate the thought of that deer goin to waste but what’s a body to do?”
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“Well, if you cain’t find him, you cain’t find him. Let’s concentrate on doin what we can do around here. How about you and me finish up with the roof on the cabin, while yore brothers finish up with the deer?” Earl said. The roof was finished that night, as well as the skins framed and tanned and the deer hung and ready to be cut up. The guys all hit the sack that night and slept like a bunch of babies, full of milk!
Early the next morning, after breakfast, the guys split into two teams. One was to go to the still to get it runnin and the other would process the two deer and then with any time left, would start chinkin the cabin. That was simply to put mud and grasses in the holes betwixt the logs, so air wouldn’t get in. It would be much warmer that way.
Earl thought, “With these deer gettin processed, visibly, if’n anybody was to come up the creekbed to the cabin, they would figure it was a huntin cabin only and not suspect any moonshinin to be goin on hereabouts.”
Well, Earl was wrong. Steve not only suspected moonshinin, he had heard them talkin about it, seen the still himself and knew the day was fast approachin. He knew the mash was probably ready and that they wouldn’t leave it much past today. When he heard Earl and Timmy headin toward the still, and they weren’t quiet like him; they was singin and talkin and carryin on, he figured it was time fur him to make his move. He watched fur smoke to rise up in their direction, signallin that the still was operational, gave it one more hour,then grabbed his axe, his camera, his handcuffs and put his pistol in it’s holster and took off!
