We called my brother "Sonny"...he was sixteen when he caught the deer"December 6th and 7th,1940.Sunday night, the 6th, I went to bed and had a dream.There was snow on the ground. I took my Father's double barrel 12 gauge and walked north up the dirt road which runs by the tower.I arrived at the old road where the telephone lines are and went westerly towards Palmer's farm. About 1000 feet downhill by the telephone lines, I sat on a log.Along came a deer...she came within 100 feet and stopped so I leveled the old faitful 12 gauge and down she went. End of dream
The next day the 7th(not dreaming) the same thing happened as in my dream, but after I shot the deer I ran home(Summit House), got my sled, loaded on the deer and dragged it home. Fred and I hung the deer on the bottom beam of the tower."
Story by Sonny or Clifton H. Phelps.
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