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A Sportman’s World, by Leon Archer

By Leon Archer

My brother, Warren, was five years older than me.

He had his own older friends who weren’t interested in my hanging around with them, and in all honesty, I had no desire to hang around with him and his friends either.

There were only two exceptions to that mutually acceptable separation – hunting and fishing. I fished with Warren whenever he gave me the opportunity, but it wasn’t until I was nearly a teen that he went out of his way to take me with him.

Hunting was a little different story. When I was about 9 or 10, I got the chance to go with Warren and my father as they hunted together. I had to walk behind my father, but I didn’t care, and I did get to take my BB gun with me.

It was all so exciting for me, especially when they would shoot at a rabbit or partridge, or even a grey squirrel in the limbs high above us.

I got the job of carrying whatever they shot. It wasn’t child abuse, it was a labor of love. Warren became a pretty good shot during the two years that he apprenticed with my father, and once he was 16, dad let him go hunting on his own, confident that he would be fine.

My father was not a big time small game hunter; although, when the time arrived, he came out of retirement long enough to get me through my two years of being a junior hunter.

I was especially fortunate that none of Warren’s friends were all that interested in hunting, so when he started hunting on his own he often took me with him. My job was to jump on all the brush piles the farmers had made in the fields. Back then, just about every third pile of brush could be counted on to have a cottontail hiding in it.

I also took it upon myself to walk through big clumps of low juniper bushes which were fairly consistent rabbit holders as well. Warren knocked off a good percentage of the fleeing cottontails, so I often found myself carrying three or four rabbits by the time we headed for home.

My best memories are of the times that Warren would bring down a partridge. To my way of thinking, the Ruffed Grouse was (and still is) the premier game bird, even more so than the gaudy ring necked pheasant that I also love to hunt.

I had the greatest admiration for my brother’s shooting ability when it came to grouse. I was present many times when he quickly zeroed in on a rapidly disappearing bird with a load of sixes.

I can close my eyes and picture a spot that my brother and I never failed to check out for birds when we were hunting in the fields and woods in back of our house in Sandy Creek. The lots and the adjoining woods belonged to a dairy farmer, Mr. Allen, who had no objection to our hunting there as long as we didn’t disturb his herd of Guernsey cows, and we took full advantage of the opportunity.

The spot I am writing about was at the edge of the fields that comprised Mr. Allen’s pasture. On one side there was a stand of new poplar saplings that jutted out into the field.

Walking farther west after clearing the thicket of saplings (which itself often concealed grouse or wood cock) we would come to what is my favorite grouse spot of all time. There had been an apple orchard there countless years before, and a couple of long untended trees still managed to survive. They continued to bear well year after year, and the fruit was a magnet for every partridge living in the big woods beyond.

My brother took his share of unlucky grouse from that locale each year he hunted, and I followed suit in the years after he moved away. I have many memories of that tiny portion of my world, but the best is of the first time my brother shot a partridge there.

It had thundered out from underneath one of the apple trees as we approached, putting leaves and apples between himself and my brother. Warren had been tracking the bird even as he brought the gun up to his shoulder.

He shot quickly, directly through the leaves that pretty much obscured the bird, but instinctively targeting the spot where the bird should be.

A moment later, I could hear a putt, putt, putt sound. I did not know what it was then, but like most every other grouse hunter, I have learned it indicates a successful hunt.

It is the sound of wings still reflexively beating, in their diminishing futile attempt to carry the now dead bird to safety. Running underneath that apple tree, I found the bird about 30 feet beyond, while its wings still jerked spasmodically. In moments; however, all movement ceased as I clutched the limp, beautiful warm bird in my hands.

I admired the exquisite brown patterned feathers of its back, the black ruff around its collar, and the long, barred feathers of the tail fan. The breast feathers were darkly barred over a creamy white.

As I held that bird, exulting in the feat I had observed, and feeling  that somehow I was at least a small part of it, for some reason I was drawn to smell of its warm body. I can still smell it today.

It was the wild smell of the woods, the fallen leaves and the ripe apples, yet that poor description does not truly do it justice. Over the years I have shot many grouse, but I have never failed to bury my nose in the feathers of each and breathe in that day once more.

I would give a great deal to be able to hunt grouse just once more with my brother on a warm October day, and match skill and wits with those magnificent birds. Perhaps there will come a day.

Who knows? I for one have no problem with the American Indians’ description of Heaven as the Happy Hunting Grounds, but if it exists, it must contain Heavenly wild apple trees and celestial grouse.

In and Around Hannibal, by Rita Hooper

The first schoolhouse was built in the early 1800s in the south end of the district across a little brook on land owned by Mrs. Hozea Godfrey.

The second schoolhouse was built in 1859 near the present intersection of the 66 Road and Rochester Street.

In 1887, when Wesley Hendricks was trustee, it was decided to plant maple trees around the school. One of those who assisted in the planting was Alexander Morrell.  All the trees lived and provided cool shade for the playing students for many years thereafter.

Teachers who taught at Cain’s Corners for whom specific dates are unknown include:  Emma Pulcipher, Ada Wiltse, Aggie Phelps, Hattie Phelps, Carriew Blodgett, Rena Palmer, Nettie Sanders, Louise Kent, Emma Umstead, George Welling, Susie Byrne, Alvah Ketcham, Minnie Henthorn, Calista Osborn, Raymond Cooper, Ernest Cooper, Frank Marsh, Grace Atwater, Annabelle Wiltse and Clara Wiltsie.

Also: Etta Naracon, Frank Palmer, Bertha Clark, Georgia Thompson, Fred Cox, Alvah Palmer, Nellie Tilford, Nellie Fuller, Rosa Walker, Nellie Merrimen, Nina Barr, Libbie Kosboth, Estella Eldridge, Ella Doyle, Maggie McNamara, Nellie Shutts, Nellie Byrne, Clinton Tucker, Dora Gillis, and Cora Fry.

Other teachers for whom dates are known include: 1868-Sarah Powell, 1874 William Lund, 1875-Richard Smith, 1876 Elden Storms, 1877 Arthur Wiltse, 1892-3 Bert B. Collins, 1906 Maude Curtis, 1918-9Mrs. George Wiltsie, 1919-20 Grace B. Hawkins, 1920-22 Mrs. Fannie Perkins, 1922-24 Grace B. Hawkins, 1924-26 Mrs. Gertrude Kellogg, 1926-28 Grace B. Hawkins, 1928-30 Mrs. Madeline Adsitt, 1930-31Mrs. Frank Hewitt, 1931-2 Mrs. Earl Van Patten, 1932-3 Mrs. Lawrence Godfrey, 1933-4 Freida Wilke, 1934-41 Grace B. Hawkins, and 1941-49 Mrs. Mabler Robinson.

A lot of old Hannibal names in that list – mostly women and mostly for a year’s length of time.

Wonder why Grace B. Hawkins kept coming back!

The final closing exercises for the school were held in June 1949. The program featured an instrumental duet, Nancy Scott and Donald Wilde; recitations, Linda Scott and Jean Austin; vocal solo, Fred Austin; Reading ‘Si and I,’ Mrs. Mary Scott; solo, Mrs. Adelaide Lyons; solo, Gloria Sherman; accordion music, James Holsapple.

Everyone present spent an enjoyable evening and Mrs. Robinson received many good wishes for the future.

The schoolhouse was later sold and today has been converted into a private residence.

I can’t help wonder what information the ‘Mayor of Cain’s Corners would have to shed on this subject as I know his family forebears attended this school.

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Former Hannibal Community Church organist, Able Searor, will be presenting an organ concert and carol singing at 3 p.m. at West Baptist Church, West Third and Mohawk, Oswego.  Able never fails to delight his audience.

Hannibal Senior Dining Center meets at noon for dinner at the Senior Center (Library Building) on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  Come early for coffee and news or to work on a jigsaw puzzle or  play games or just some idle chit-chat.  Give Rosemary a call and make your reservation, 564-5471.

This week’s menu is:

Monday — Reuben noodle casserole, vegetable, juice, pudding

Wednesday — Cook’s choice menu (call for details)

Friday — Turkey sloppy Joe, baked potato, peas and carrots, orange juice, peaches

Activities:

Monday — Blood pressure clinic and presentation on arthritis by Oswego Health

Wednesday — Bingo after lunch

Friday — Christmas craft (lighted jar decoration)

Kenney Middle School is holding a BoxTops for Education contest. Two students who bring in the most BoxTops in one week win free ice cream from the cafeteria.

Anyone who brings in five or more BoxTops in one week is entered in a drawing for a large cheese pizza from the Village Market.

The contest runs through Dec. 16.  The student who brings in the most BoxTops for the contest will win a bowling party.  Anyone who brings in five or more BoxTops during the contest will be entered in drawings for several prizes.

Each BoxTops is worth 10 cents to the school. We have raised more than $600 for the school so far this year. All money earns benefit programs for the students.

We also have a new collection box at the Village Market for your convenience.

Hannibal United Methodist Church will have an afternoon of entertainment with the Tri-County Singers performing a Christmas Cantata at 2:00 PM on December 8,2013. They will perform “On This Shining Night”.  It is a “FREE” performance with donations accepted. Refreshments served after. Plan to come and enjoy this wonderful local singing group.

Also on Dec. 8, First United Church of Fulton, 33 S. Third (east side of the River) will hold an afternoon of music with the Hannibal Jammers beginning at 2 p.m.

The Village Market will host its annual Christmas Luncheon for Seniors at 11 a.m. Tuesday, Dec. 10.  This is free and no registration is needed. The high school music department will be providing music for your enjoyment.

The Hannibal Senior Band will present its Holiday Concert at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday, Dec. 10 in the Lockwood Auditorium. This concert will feature the jazz ensemble and the concert band presenting many familiar carols and winter songs. Audience members are asked to bring a donation for the Christmas Bureau.

Prior to the concert, band members will serve their annual complimentary lasagna holiday dinner for local senior citizens in the high school cafeteria beginning at 6:15 p.m. Community seniors wishing to attend should make a reservation by calling 564-7910 ext. 4132 before Dec. 9.

The Elderberry Christmas Dinner has been changed to noon Thursday, Dec. 12 at the American Legion.

The Elderberry luncheon will be catered by Brenda Fletcher. Call George Darling now and make your reservation today. Hope the change in date doesn’t inconvenience anyone too much.

I have it on good authority that Santa Claus is coming to Hannibal. From 6 to 8 p.m. Friday Dec. 13, he’ll be at the Hannibal Fire Department Firehouse on Oswego Street.

He’s keeping his eye out for all those good little boys and girls from birth to 10 years old and I understand from one of his elves that he’s put a few gifts in his bag. Kids of all ages are invited to share in refreshments.

Tis the season to be jolly…please e-mail me or give me a call if your organization has any special plans for the holiday season that you would like to invite your neighbors to.

Don’t you just love the outdoor lights coming on?

Rita Hooper

twohoops2@juno.com

Hodgepodge, by Roy Hodge

I always think of Ben Franklin when Thanksgiving draws near.

Ben had a lot of good ideas and did many great things for our young nation. But at Thanksgiving time, I am always thankful that at least one of Ben’s proposals didn’t get past our founding fathers.

Ben was pushing hard to make the turkey our national symbol. The possible impact of what may have happened to our traditional Thanksgiving dinner if that proposal had been accepted always hits me at this time of the year.

Tell me what respectable American family with even a thread of patriotism would sit down on Thanksgiving Day and stare across the table at our national symbol in all his glory on the platter.

The alternative? Stuffed eagle with all the trimmins’ anyone?

Yes, Ben had some good ideas, but I am thankful to wise minds on this one.

–From The Fulton Patriot, Nov. 30, 1993

Ben Franklin’s 5 & 10?

Thinking about Ben Franklin takes me back to a time when maybe my knowledge of American History wasn’t so good and I thought that Ben Franklin owned a five and 10 cent store a few blocks from my school.

Anyway, there it was, the Ben Franklin Store and since I could go there from school without crossing busy intersections, Mom said it was okay as long as I told her where I was going. I liked to buy my mother presents and there was one time when I thought my purchase was really special.

It was getting close to Christmas and I found and bought something for Mom that I thought she would think was really special. It was a Christmas tree ornament and I was sure she would like it even though it was sparkly and orange instead of the usual red and green. I had enough money with me to buy two of them.

When I got home, as always when I bought something for my mother, I wanted to give it to her right away. I didn’t wrap my purchase; I just handed it to her and told her to look inside the bag.

When I gave it to her and she opened it there was a surprised look on her face.  I was young and inexperienced enough that I couldn’t distinguish between a happy surprise look and a puzzled surprise look.

She looked at the bag’s contents for a while before I said, “They’re Christmas ornaments.” When I said that Mom smiled with what, I’m sure now, was a big smile of relief.

She told me many years later that when she opened the bag and saw the two orange objects that looked to her like small, stubby, misshapen carrots she thought that they were the ugliest earrings that she had ever seen. And what made it worse was she knew she would have to wear them so as not to hurt my feelings.

I’m not sure that they were ever hung on the Christmas tree – maybe way in the back – but I do know that they never made it to my mother’s ears, and I’m pretty sure it was a Merry Christmas.

Just wondering!

Are all the cowboys who wear white hats really good guys?

Why does it matter if your pocket has a hole in it if you don’t have anything to put in it anyway?

Is spinach really good for you?

Why is one end of your shoelace always longer than the other?

Why is it that one sock of every pair gets a hole in it?

And why doesn’t your mother (or wife) buy socks which are all the same color and pattern?

Why are you doing your best sleeping of the night when the alarm clock goes off?

How does anyone really know that there aren’t two snowflakes alike?

Why is baloney spelled like bologna, but macaroni isn’t spelled like macarogna?

How come when you ask your kid, who has been outside with his friends running up and down the street all day, to go down to the corner store for you he can’t because all of a sudden he is too tired?

Why is there always more blanket on my wife’s side of the bed than there is on mine?

If hot dogs are really hot why do we keep them in the refrigerator before we cook them?

Why can’t you play a tune on a shoe horn?

Was the short fortune teller who escaped from prison really a small medium at large?

How come the sun is shining outside the window of the radio station that you are listening to when you wake up in the morning, but it is raining at your house?

How come there are no horses or radishes in horseradish?

Why is it that no matter how long we have to get ready for winter, we’re never ready?

“I don’t understand – this shirt fit me fine two months ago.

Why am I asking all these silly questions?

 

                             …. Roy Hodge

Bodley Bulletins, by Julia Ludington

By Julia Ludington

I hope that everyone is enjoying their Thanksgiving recess thus far and is looking forward to their holiday.

We had a very exciting event take place at GRB library this past week. On the 18th, senior Amelia Coakley signed her letter of intent to attend Binghamton University to play Division I lacrosse.

A small gathering of family, friends, and fellow lacrosse players were present to watch Amelia make it official. Cake and refreshments were served as Amelia was interviewed. I have had the honor of playing with Amelia and know that she will be a great contribution to the Binghamton team. Congratulations, we are all very proud of you!

On the 13th, students participated in the second Oswego County Academic Youth League competition of the year. I am proud to say our very own team won first place out of seven teams from other Oswego County school districts.

The task was challenging and required a lot of creativity. The students had to create their very own high school.

The curriculum of the high school had to be of New York state standard, but they were free to come up with 7.5 credits worth of electives for students that attended the high school.

The students had to specify if the electives were full or half-year courses, how many credits they were worth, and describe the material taught in the class as well as what activities would take place.

In addition, the team had to perform an infomercial encouraging students to attend their school, come up with a mission statement, and create a brochure. The team was very proud of their finish, as the projects took a lot of hard work.

Our winter sports teams continue to be hard at work. The girls’ varsity and JV basketball teams have their first game Dec. 3  against JD. The JV game starts at 5:30, and the girls will be playing at JD high school. Come support!

View from the Assembly, by Will Barclay

Common Core — the new academic standards adopted by 46 states intended to make students ready for college and careers—was put into motion for grades K-12 this school year.

The State Board of Regents adopted Common Core in 2010 in part to secure more federal aid for education. State assessments are now aligned with Common Core.

Beginning this September, teachers in most public school districts across New York were required to teach this brand new curriculum known as the Common Core.

According to the mission statement of CommonCore.org, its aim is to “provide a consistent, clear understanding of what students are expected to learn, so teachers and parents know what they need to do to help them.

The standards are designed to be robust and relevant to the real world, reflecting the knowledge and skills that our young people need for success in college and careers. With American students fully prepared for the future, our communities will be best positioned to compete successfully in the global economy.”

The mission is well intended but, as with many federal mandates tied to federal dollars, there are troubling aspects of Common Core.

Some critics are calling it ObamaCore — a one-size-fits-all model for education. Others are in support of Common Core and want to see it work.

Whether for or against, the consensus is the State of New York could have done a better job implementing these sweeping curriculum changes that affect all grade levels and build on the previous year’s knowledge.

Last week, I hosted a forum in Baldwinsville with some of my Assembly colleagues from throughout the state. We wanted to give the public a chance to submit testimony and provide us with their thoughts on this program. I attended not only as a Legislator, but also as a parent of a fifth- and eighth-grader.

For me, the forum was an opportunity to learn of the concerns of  other parents, teachers, administrators and even a young student. I appreciate all who attended and took time from their schedules to speak and/or submit testimony.

There was a variety of testimony. I’d be hard-pressed to summarize all sentiments in this space but there were many concerns. One thing is clear though: The State Education Department has put the burden on localities to make this work this year, with no phase-in period.

Though New York adopted Common Core in 2010, it wasn’t until late this summer that curriculum became available for teachers through the form of teaching modules. Many at the forum said they received the modules too late to adequately prepare lessons from them. Administrators said they had little time for staff development on the curriculum overhaul.  Also, staff development is expensive and districts say they are strapped for cash and not getting the federal or state aid to cover expenses associated with all of the mandates and teacher evaluations. The public can view the curriculum at http://www.engageny.org/

Parents who testified said their children are struggling and suffering with low grades and low self-esteem. Other teachers and parents are concerned with having scripted lessons and measuring a student’s ability based on tests. Some worry about students falling behind and the overall graduation rates.

There seemed to be variations too at the district level. Some districts are adhering strictly to the teaching modules while other teachers and school districts are more loosely following the teaching modules or, in some cases, are preparing their own teaching modules.

Regardless of teaching methods, students will be tested on the same material with the same exams, and their understanding of Common Core.  And teachers are being evaluated based on their ability to teach the brand new curriculum and student test scores.

As you can see, this is complicated. Further dialogue is needed so that either the Legislature or the State Education Department can respond with helpful solutions. Most people agree with having higher standards, however, I too am concerned about the way in which these standards are being implemented. Clearly, we need to slow down. Perhaps we need to delay testing, to give all grades a better chance of learning the material until 2015. Maybe we need to reduce the amount of testing or at least the stakes involved for the students and teachers—so that exam scores are not the sole judge of students’ knowledge and teachers’ ability. As we know, and science has supported with multiple studies, not all students learn the same way.

I invite you to watch some of the testimony recorded at the forum. There are videos from five different panels available to view.

Here are the links. I would invite you to also participate in this dialogue and encourage you to submit letters or emails to my office on this so I can share them with leaders in Albany and the State Education Department.

** Opening Remarks and Superintendents –http://youtu.be/MJUH0xUaoW0

** Administrators/SUNY/Chamber – http://youtu.be/Mu9QCP4TDs8

** Teachers (Part 1) – http://youtu.be/T79OyasE-9k

** Teachers (Part 2) – http://youtu.be/DLJgGQwznr4

** Parents and Student – http://youtu.be/GuMy254Za9U

If you have any questions or comments on this or any other state issue, or if you would like to be added to my mailing list or receive my newsletter, contact my office by mail at 200 N. Second St., Fulton, 13069, by e-mail at barclaw@assembly.state.ny.us or by calling 598-5185. You can also friend me, Assemblyman Barclay, on Facebook.

Light in the Darkness

“The forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace.”               

 Ephesians 1:7

Many there are who are unaware of or unwilling to admit their guilt before a Holy God.

But one who has felt the convicting power of the Holy Spirit (who came to ‘convict the world of sin…’) it is doubtful that there is a sweeter word than the word “forgiveness.”

When one understands there is nothing he or she can do to earn or be worthy of forgiveness, but experiences it at the hands of the living God, there is no more wonderful blessing in life.

“Blessed,” as Charles Spurgeon wrote,  “forever blessed be that dear star of pardon which shines into the condemned cell, and gives the perishing a gleam of hope amid the midnight of despair!”

True conviction and awareness of the depths of one’s guilt stands in awe and amazement that that sin, such sin as mine, can be forgiven, altogether and forever.

Hell is the rightful portion of every sinner and there is no possibility of escape while that sin remains upon me. There is only one way that this sin can be lifted from me; only one means of escape.

It is not through good works; never through  a sincere life devoted to serving ones fellow man or even God, Himself.  Yet Jesus tells us that we may have that burden, that guilt of sin removed forever.

Once again to quote Spurgeon, “Forever blessed be the revelation of atoning love which not only tells me that pardon is possible, but that it is (already) secured for all who rest in Jesus.”

Jesus offered Himself as the perfect lamb of God, was crucified, and therefore my sins are at this moment, and forever forgiven by virtue of His substitutionary pains and death. He died in my place.

My sins were laid upon Him. What joy is this! What bliss to be a perfectly pardoned soul!

We love Him and long for His return because He first loved us. We serve Him because He served us and our greatest need by sacrificing His all that we might be reconciled to the Father, made children of the most High God and joint heirs with His own Son, Jesus, the Christ.

To experience true forgiveness is to understand there is nothing we could have done or can do but allow our hearts to overflow with gratitude to the one who forgave. A life of worshipful service is the only thing we have to offer the One who paid the price of that forgiveness.

Once again the words of Spurgeon, “I bow before the throne which absolves me, I clasp the cross which delivers me, I serve henceforth all my days the Incarnate God, through whom I am this night a pardoned soul”.

 

Pastor David M. Grey

Mt. Pleasant United Methodist Church

A Sportsman’s World, by Leon Archer

My next year at deer camp was the charm.

Back in the late 1950s, the last day of deer season in the Southern Tier was “Doe Day.” Anyone who had not filled their deer tag could take a doe if one came along. As you might well expect, Doe Day was a big draw and everybody and their uncle was in the woods for a last chance at putting some venison in the freezer.

Our group was no exception.

On Doe Day I was out in the woods before dawn. It had snowed a couple of inches the night before, and it meant that deer would be easier to see. I had a spot where I knew deer had been coming through from time to time. I was counting on hunters outside the valley we were in to move some deer our way, hopefully coming by my watch. Amazingly, I remained on my watch until 8:20 that morning, and it paid off.

I saw a couple of deer moving down through the hardwoods above me, and my mouth got dry and my heart started beating faster. I tried wishing the deer to come close enough for me to get a shot. I was hunting with a 30/40 Kraig rifle that I had purchased during the summer, and I was pretty sure I could hit any deer that got within 100 yards.

Those deer vanished as they moved away from me into a bunch of hemlock trees. I was bummed out, but then I saw a single deer that was actually coming in my direction. I hunkered down, my mouth still dry, my rifle resting over the log I was sitting by.

Closer and closer the deer came, but I resisted the urge to shoot when it got into shooting range. I figured as long as it continued on its course, I would be wise to let it get even closer. It was a good plan, and the deer passed where I was sitting at a range of about 30 yards. It stopped behind some small spruces, but I could see its head.

At the crack of the rifle, the deer disappeared. At first I was afraid I had missed it, but as I stood up I could see legs kicking where the deer had been. I ran to where I had seen the legs, and there was my deer. I thought it was a doe, but instead it was a button horn buck. I didn’t care what it was as long as it was a deer and it was mine.

By the time I got to the deer, it had stopped kicking. It had actually been dead a split second after I shot; a 30/40 to the head will accomplish that quite easily. I got to field dress my first deer all by myself, and I like to think even today that I did a great job of it. I was so proud that I almost popped my buttons, my chest stuck out so far. I fastened the front legs up around the neck of the little buck with my dragging rope and hauled him back to our camp.

That night when I got back to Sandy Creek and presented my deer to my father, was one of the high points in my young life. I felt somehow like I had arrived. Later in the week, dad showed me how to go about butchering my venison. Nothing has ever tasted as good before or since as my venison that my mother cooked and put on the family table.

The following year at deer camp, I took another deer on Doe Day, but it was new landmark for me. That deer was a large doe that I shot with my trusty 30/40.

There were five does running about 100 yards away in an open field. It was a quartering shot going away, and I wasn’t very confident that I could hit one of them.

They showed no sign of stopping, so I drew down on the last deer in the group and fired. To my surprise, the deer faltered, indicating that I had hit it. The five deer went into a thicket at the other side of the field.

I watched and saw four deer come out the far side before going out of sight in the field, but the fifth deer remained in the thicket.

Fellow hunter, Leon Canale, remained behind watching from where I had shot, while I took off across the field for the thicket. I struck the deer tracks and soon came upon hair and blood. There was a considerable amount of blood from that point into the thicket, and I expected to find the deer dead up ahead.

As it turned out, the deer was still alive and attempted to leave the cover as I entered it. One more shot from my rifle and it was all over.

It was a mature doe, much larger than the little button horn I had gotten the year before. I say it was a new landmark, because I had shot it on the run, and it was out at a pretty good distance. I have always had great confidence in my own shooting ability since that day.

That night I was not feeling very well as we headed back north, but I was still elated by my trophy. I was feeling sicker when I got home, and early the next morning my father took me to Doctor Reed.

He in turn sent us to the hospital in Watertown, because he said I had appendicitis. The doctors at the hospital checked me over and told my father I had some sort of stomach bug. They gave me ginger ale and put me in bed.

The following morning they brought me in coffee and orange juice which I promptly barfed onto the floor. The doctors came in, checked my temperature and pushed on my abdomen which was painful.

They called my parents and told them they were going to do an emergency appendectomy. As it turned out I had a ruptured appendix, and it took a long time to get me cleaned out.

I was a sick puppy for a couple days, with two tubes draining my abdomen and one down my throat. I got so many shots of penicillin that I lost track. The doctors told my parents that I had nearly died, and it was seven days before I finally went home.

And thus ended my deer camp adventures. Most of us went off to college, and I never hunted there again, but the camp still has a place in my heart and mind.

Bodley Bulletins, by Julia Ludington

Some very exciting things have been happening lately at G. Ray Bodley.

Last Wednesday, students participated in the second Oswego County Academic Youth League competition of the year.

I am proud to say that our very own team won first place out of seven total teams from other Oswego County school districts.

The task was challenging and required a lot of creativity. The students had to create their very own high school.

The curriculum of the high school had to be of New York State standard, but they were free to come up with 7.5 credits worth of electives for students that attended the high school.

The students had to specify if the electives were full or half-year courses, how many credits they were worth, and describe the material taught in the class as well as what activities would take place.

In addition, the team had to perform an infomercial encouraging students to attend their school, come up with a mission statement, and create a brochure.

Senior students and their parents should mark their calendars for Dec. 9, as this will be GRB’s Financial Aid night.

Information regarding how to apply for financial aid to help pay for college will be provided. The session will begin at 7 p.m. in the auditorium.

The spring musical has been revealed. Quirk’s Players will be performing “Curtains,” a comedy, this coming March. The musical is always amazingly well done and I encourage attending to support our actors, actresses, and musicians.

The boys’ varsity and JV basketball teams have a scrimmage today at Red Creek High School, and the girls’ varsity basketball team has a scrimmage tomorrow against Solvay at Solvay High School.

The teams are working hard for their upcoming games.

Come out and support and visit the district website to see when upcoming games for our winter sports will be taking place.

Editor’s note: This edition of Bodley Bulletins was supposed to run in the Nov. 20 issue of The Valley News. We regret the error.