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string them out in a long line south of the sink box, that 
should bring them in. Then when we shoot some, we 
will stake them out too.”’ 
“IT think that’s a fine plan,’ I said. ‘‘It always 
seemed to me that dead birds, staked out naturally, 
brought the best results. ’”’ 
Jimmy soon had the mud decoys in place with our 
twenty floating wooden decoys outside of them. Then 
I got into the sink box and sat down on my canvas 
stool. Everything certainly looked favorable for a good 
shoot. A little wind was coming in moderate gusts, 
with symtoms of more breeze later on. Plenty of ducks 
were in sight and it was sure they would fly a little 
later and I was hopeful it would be in our direction. 
““You had better push the boat close inshore and 
stick an oar in the mud and tie the boat to it,’’ I said to 
Jimmy, ‘‘and then come back and we will shoot together 
to-day.” 
Jimmy was only halfway to his destination when two 
widgeon came flying low down over the water towards 
me. I did not know the widgeon call so I sat perfectly 
still. They saw the decoys fortunately and came on 
without the slightest hesitation. The wind was east. 
The widgeon set their wings a hundred yards away and 
sailed right up to the decoys. It was the easiest pos- 
sible double at thirty yards. As Jimmy was still push- 
ing the boat, there was little chance of any more ducks 
coming just then, so I waded out and stuck up both 
widgeon on sharp pointed sticks alongside of the mud 
decoys, getting back to the sink box just in time. A 
single mallard coming from the north came flying a 
hundred yards out from the sink box. I gave hima 
low ‘‘m’amph.’’ Wheeling swiftly he came straight in, 
flying slower as he neared the decoys. It was like shoot- 
