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a notable variety in a single drive — a 

 whistle from some flanker, and a great 

 form glides into view, passing with 

 strangely silent flight almost within 

 arm's reach. 



This is the hero of the occasion, easy 

 enough to miss — as I can dolefully recall 

 from our first meeting only two days past, 

 when a fair open chance only resulted in 

 a clean double miss, neither shot serving 

 so much as to ruffle a single feather. 

 This time — given the best place by a 

 considerate host on purpose — the feeling 

 that there must be no bungling about 

 the business, and no more regrettable 

 incidents to record is strong on me as the 

 gun comes to the shoulder. A fraction 

 of time to note how well the great grey 

 bird stands out against the heavy green of 

 the firs, a steady aim, and the single shot, 

 winged with as set purpose of murderous 

 intent as any cartridge ever fired in the 

 land. 



All's well ; a determined jerk forward 

 at the last moment has made up for the 



