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He said that he and Mr. Shafer had hunted on the mountain that morning, left to eat lunch and then returned; that he had nodded off at his tree stand until he was awakened by what he thought was a gunshot about 3:30.
He said that he had not seen anyone else on the mountain until he met Mr. Price on the trail. Believing himself to be the only person to whom Mr. Miller had given permission to hunt, he said he asked to see Mr. Price’s permit. After examining it, he said the two talked for a moment, until Mr. Price said that he heard a sound and said, “You go up, 111 go down.”
Mr. Selvage said he started up the trail, looking up the mountain, then saw a deer moving from left to right through the underbrush.
He stood up in the witness box, his arms held and head cocked as though he were sighting a rifle. “I waited until he cleared the brush, into the opening — then ‘Boom!’ — the deer staggered, he definitely staggered. Because of the recoil I lost the deer in my sight. I chambered another round — I didn’t hear anything — I knew the deer was right there. Then I stooped and picked up the empty cartridge off the trail.”
“I told Jim Bankston that I fired from the trail — the exact same spot that I showed you today. He said “Why did you change your story?’ I said ‘I know where I shot from. You didn’t get here ’til after dark’.”
He added, in a low voice, that when he talked to Warden Bankston, events were not clear in his mind. “I thought for a minute I might have shot that man. I was very upset about it.”
“I could clearly see the deer,” he insisted. “I could clearly see behind the deer.”
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