SQUIRREL SHOOTING 



from boyhood, and then there is a different 

 tale to tell. To be successful in this sport re- 

 quires a keen eye and patience, some little 

 wood-craft and out-door knowledge. The 

 woods in June are dense with foliage. Every 

 tree is a mass of emerald, and when the wind 

 blows, the boughs and branches wave and in- 

 termingle in a blending of dark and light 

 green. It is very hard then to distinguish the 

 movements of so small an animal as a squir- 

 rel. And the squirrel is a crafty little cus- 

 tomer, too. Well he knows where the hol- 

 low trees are, and the holes in them as well. 

 And when there are strange noises in the 

 woods the fox-squirrel furls his red and 

 feathery tail close to his sides and glues him- 

 self to the side of a tree until he is flattened 

 out like a postage-stamp. And there he 

 clings until all sound has ceased excepting the 

 tattoo of the red-headed woodpecker on the 

 dead limbs or the petulant cry of the uneasy 

 blue-jay. The sounds that first startled him 

 may have been the careless steps of a " ten- 

 der-foot " squirrel-hunter, thrashing steadily 

 through the woods, looking up into all sorts 

 of trees, big and little, and wondering why he 

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