216 Wing vs. Ground Shooting. 



But years have rolled by, and the snare 

 and the old single-barrel are things of the 

 past. I have owned many a fine gun and 

 hunted many a fine setter or pointer in far 

 distant States and countries, and the days 

 spent in the woods with dog and gun are 

 enjoyed even now with a boyish enthu- 

 siasm. It is many years since I have shot 

 at a sitting game-bird, and it will be a 

 great many more before I do it again. 

 There is a grand feeling of pride in being 

 able to kill the " hurtling grouse " as he 

 dashes forth from the brush in front of 

 the well-trained setter ; and a pleasure 

 that would be marred by the presence of 

 a murdered bird in the game-pocket. 



Some of your correspondents are skep- 

 tical about the existence of sportsmen who 

 delight in having a ruffed grouse do his 

 very worst when he bursts away through 

 the thicket, but your humble servant is 

 one of the number who does enjoy such 

 shooting the best. A few of my friends 

 will tell you that I am a good shot, but the 

 aforesaid friends are kindly persons who 

 only look at the bag of birds after a day's 



