WONDERFUL SPORT 119 



morning's sport. Only once in all my shoot- 

 ing did I have as great success, and that was at 

 Fox Harbour, Nova Scotia, when a companion 

 and myself, in separate ice-boats, shot on the 

 wing thirty-eight Canadian geese in an after- 

 noon. This incident will be found in the 

 recital of a week's outing at Wallace Harbour, 

 Nova Scotia, elsewhere in the volume. 



With our waggon-load we returned to the 

 house, well satisfied to give the birds and 

 ourselves a rest the remainder of the day. 

 The farmers in the neighbourhood heard of 

 our wonderful success, and came to see them, 

 and as most of these had no appliances for 

 getting game, we presented each of them 

 with a goose, which was very pleasing to 

 them, as well as most gratifying to us. 



Harry knew a lagoon some five miles 

 distant, celebrated for duck-shooting at sun- 

 down, so we decided to vary the programme, 

 and drive to it the next afternoon. We 

 reached the spot shortly before dusk, and 

 found some thirteen others ahead of us. From 

 one of these, an old attendant there and a 

 genial fellow, I found what had to be done to 

 have the best sport. Advised by him, I went 



