Word: deere
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Senator Borah of Idaho called on Mr. Hoover in Washington and invited him, in the name of Governor H. C. Baldridge and other Republican Idahosts, to go to their state next month and hunt wild animals. Senator Borah promised "cougar, elk, moose, mountain goats, deer, bears or eight delegates. It is really a wonderful country." Mr. Hoover declared he would gladly hunt in Idaho...
...Utah Deer. Hunters and fishermen will do well to trek to Utah this autumn. For them, David H. Madsen, State Fish and Game Commissioner, has announced a para dise: "More deer than any white man ever saw in the State . . . 30, 000 to 40,000 pheasants in Salt Lake and Utah counties this fall... the largest fish producing plant in the United States." Utah has public shooting grounds of 12,000 acres with accommodations for 1,000 sportsmen...
Other runners: Fighting Stag, Rushing Water, Falcon, Big White Deer, Sweet Eagle, Chochee, Jamon...
...State Game Lodge (the park is owned by South Dakota) with more than 30 rooms was last week being prepared for the President's occupancy. Past its porch elk, sheep and deer are reputed to stroll. Almost at its door is a stream stocked with rainbow trout -a fish far more sportive than Adirondack pike. As to temperature, Senator Norbeck assured the President that he would "sleep under blankets." The business headquarters of the President will be at Rapid City, some 32 miles away. Here newspapermen will be located (not altogether to their liking as Rapid City is less...
...twilights are long here, and after the tents were pitched on the bluff and supper eaten in the cabin, there was light enough to hook--and lose--the first salmon. As it slowly darkened, the nighthawks began to circle above the stream, the deer stole out to drink, and ripples along the faster water began to weave their fantastic patterns of black velvet shot with silver. A whippoorwill, the first I remember hearing as far north as this, is calling from the birches behind the tents. The thermometer registers 43, and we crawl into our sleeping bags and listen...