THE SCIENCE OF SCULLING WILD FOWL. QUT 
that spiked tail makes him look like a thoroughbred, 
and he is one too. Isn’t he grand, with his white breast 
soconspicuous in the grass? Watch him closely ; when 
he starts he will jump straight up. Hold well over him, 
he is about sixty yards from us. See! How uneasy he 
is getting; watch him turning around; don’t take your 
eyes off him. He is afraid to fly now,—No! There he 
goes! Give it to him! Bang, bang, goes both barrels. 
No need of the second, for your first did the work. 
You pick him up, and holding him by the bill at arm’s 
length, admire his handsome neck, with its greenish- 
brown and purple-red, the snow-white of his breast, the 
slight cream color on his back, and the deep black so 
profusely scattered on his wings. Gently stroking his 
feathers, you lay him in the boat. You involuntarily 
sigh, as if it were a relief to draw one good long breath 
after this exciting time has past, and you say: “If I 
could only seull!” And why can you not? There is 
no patent on it; there is nothing so intricate about it 
that practice and patience will not overcome. There is 
no law written or unwritten, sacred or profane, that 
prohibits your learning, and if you will only learn, you 
will never regret it. For time and again opportunities 
will be presented when other hunters are sitting around 
camp, waiting for the evening flight. With a scull- 
boat you can have constant shooting throughout the 
entire day, in open water, along the edges of wild rice, 
among the willows and in places inaccessible to every 
hunter unless he is sculling, and my experience has 
proven that take two hunters, equally skilled as 
shots, set them hunting in high water, and the one 
with the scull will kill twice as many as the one with- 
out it. 
