BROADLAND SPORT 



There are always some birds which work the exact reverse 

 in every respect to what is desired ; others lie so close that 

 they never rise until fairly kicked up ; some sneak up drains, 

 overgrown ditches, and anywhere rather than fly, all of 

 which, if the guns are close to covert, are killed by an easy 

 shot at twenty or thirty yards' range. 



Furthermore, unless the stands are considerately chosen, 



the birds will be on to the 

 top of the guns before they 

 have gathered any idea of 

 their exact whereabouts. 



This must be avoided, as, 

 if such is permitted, the birds 

 will present themselves with 

 outstretched wings, skimming 

 along at a leisure pace, which 

 is not wanted. 



The target most desirable 

 is a bird flying high, strong 

 and speedy, in all the glory 

 of vigorous health and 

 grandeur, with a full sense of 

 the danger by which he is 

 surrounded, so that it is a case 

 of pitting your skill and cun- 

 ning against his. A bird thus 

 killed gives to the sportsman 

 a sip from the cup of true happiness. How sweet to him 

 to stop an old cock in all his glory as he sails majestically 

 along, sweeter still to hear his lifeless form crashing through 

 the tree-tops and underwood, with the echoing thud when 

 finally brought in contact with Mother Earth. 



"And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust." 



Not a bird stiff and cramped from long hours in a hamper 

 during conveyance from some rearing-farm, or tame, as our 

 biassed friend describes, which runs along before one, and 



"SIC TRANSIT GLORIA.' 



