130 DUCKIXG DAYS 



dnction to a farmer who was supposed to knew every 

 duck and goose in Alberta by its first name. 



I found Mr. Farmer had just left town for an unknown 

 time and as I had only the balance of that day and the 

 next until 6 p. m. in which to shoot, I was up against it, 

 as I knew absolutely nothing of the country. 



I met a yomig fellow, who had been listening to my 

 efforts to get information, who told me if I wanted 

 ducks to come out on his place as there were millions 

 there. I tried to get him down to facts as to how many 

 flocks came into his wheat field in a day, but he could 

 not grasp the flock question and I found out later why. 



He told me that he was on a rented farm, one and 

 one-half miles from towm, so I took a chance and went 

 with him. 



When we drove by the field in which he said there 

 were millions not a duck was to be seen. About one- 

 half mile away I saw a number of ducks flying over a 

 clump of brush and asked him what was over there, 

 and he told me that there were three lakes located there 

 and that the ducks were flying from lake to lake, but 

 not many. I told him to drive over, after I got my gun 

 and shells unpacked. When I got up where I could see 

 what was going on I found a lake of about 40 acres and 

 one of about 20, with a little rise of ground between 

 covered with brush and heavy slough grass. I got out 

 of the wagon and the boy started home, with the under- 



