brought Annie satisfaction but no income, an interesting turnabout, since hunting had brought in her first wages. She no longer went into the field as a game hunter, as she had when young; now she sought relaxation and sport there.
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Of course, Annie had never given up her first love, hunting. Every time Annie and Frank visited Ohio, they hunted. Irene Patterson Black, the daughter of Annie's half-sister, Emily Brumbaugh Patterson, and thus a niece of Annie's, remembered that during Annie's visits, the family could be assured of a tasty evening meal. When the women brought up the subject of supper, Annie went to the woods and brought down a quail or other small game. She then returned to the kitchen, laid out some newspapers, and plucked the birds, without leaving a feather behind her to litter the table or floor. In addition, Annie cleared her mother's farm of snakes. According to the nearest neighbor, Lela Border Hollinger, Annie hit blue racers and blacksnakes as they sunned themselves on the old wooden fence.
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Frank and Annie also hunted in between Wild West performances. On one occasion, she, Frank, and Johnny Baker went hunting and bagged, in Annie's words, "a large hare brought down by Johnny Baker, and a small roebuck brought in by a briar-scratched Annie Oakley." Other times, they downed prairie chickens, rabbits, ducks, and grouse.
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Annie and Frank also accepted numerous invitations to hunt. In 1887, for example, they gratefully accepted Englishman R. Edward Clark's invitation to hunt with him. Annie and Frank subsequently spent twelve days roaming over Clark's five thousand acres, "shooting partridges, pheasants and black cock," despite "the latter being scarce and the mountain climbing hard." Rising at dawn to follow the pointers for twelve to fifteen hours and returning to "a hot bath, a delicious dinner," and ''gathering around to open fire in easy chairs to talk over the day's sport and bygone days," all followed by a 9:30 bedtime, was Annie's kind of life.
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Then, in 1888, Annie and Frank hunted in Virginia. "We both enjoyed the quail shoot in the Shenandoah valley," Annie recalled. "The shooting was hard enough to bring the blood to our cheeks." She brought down three birds before her guest got off a
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