100 “COME DUCK SHOOTING WITH ME” 
twenty feet higher than the building. That would 
make the pigeons only fifty yards high.”’ 
‘““That sounds all right, but. how did it work out in 
practice?”’ 
‘“‘Didn’t you see just now how fine it worked out in 
practice when that teal came down?”’ replied Jimmy. 
‘“There’s lots of shots that look far out of range when 
the ducks are not really over fifty or sixty yards high. 
Here comes a bunch now!”’ 
Another small flock of teal came over and again they 
looked far out of shot. Probably I looked a little dubi- 
ous and gave no sign of shooting when Jimmy whis- 
pered, ‘‘Shoot now!’ I raised the gun, lined up the 
flock, threw the gun twenty feet ahead, and this time I 
fired both barrels. Of course it was largely guesswork 
but one teal fell like a stone. 
‘‘What did I tell you?” said Jimmy in a triumphant 
tone. ‘‘Just think of all the high shots you’ve passed 
up all these years. Don’t let these high-flying birds 
get your goat again.” 
‘‘That’s just it,’’ said I, ‘‘they’re flying too high, let’s 
try to get them down a little.” 
‘Well, if teal want to fly high,” inquired Jimmy, 
‘‘how can we get them to fly lower?”’ 
‘‘We haven’t tried yet,’’ I said; “‘suppose we stick 
up all our teal twenty yards back of the blind on the 
sandbar, maybe that will draw them down.” 
‘It’s a good idea,’’ said Jimmy. ‘‘It may fool’em.” 
Our twenty-one teal put up a nice show on the sand- 
bar. Jimmy set them out so that they looked perfectly 
natural and seemed to be enjoying themselves to the 
limit. Most of them were resting, some even with their 
heads under their wings; while three or four stood a little 
away from the main bunch, as though sentinels on guard. 
