428 AMERICAN GAME BIRD SHOOTING 
yards of them. Selecting two big gobblers that were 
close together, and in line, I gave them both barrels, 
and maybe there wasn’t a racket on that hillside. One 
of them began to flop and whirl around like a chicken 
with its head cut off, and the other flew about two hun- 
dred yards at right angles with the remainder of 
the drove, that had gone over a high bluff into 
a ravine about one-quarter of a mile from where they 
rose. He came to the ground, staggered a few steps, 
rose, and when he had gone perhaps one hundred yards 
he let go and came tumbling down dead. I ran to the 
first one, and hanging him up in a small tree, followed 
the other, and did the same with him. 
“Just then I heard some dogs on the opposite side 
of the mountain begin to bark, and a boy encouraging 
them. I knew this would turn the other turkeys back, 
so I hurried across a small draw and around to the 
north of where they came to the ground, and climbed 
on some large rocks, where I had a good view of the 
mountain side. In a minute or two I saw two hens 
coming for me on a dead run, and waited till they were 
within forty yards. I gave one of them the left-hand 
barrel, and as the other rose I knocked her a clean 
somersault. 
“T now had four as fine turkeys as I ever saw, and 
not caring to hunt any more that day, I hung the two 
hens over my back and carried them to the gobblers. 
In sections where turkeys still exist, and where snow 
falls in winter, a favorite method of hunting these 
