WILD TURKEY SHOOTIHTG. 373 



for I did not liear them fly at the firing. Before I have 

 gone 150 yards, a fine fellow is seen clearly outlined 

 against the western sky, and plenty near for a good kill; 

 and it is made with 6's. The load is too heavy to carry, 

 and so, after drawing the turkeys, they are hung in a 

 tree, far out on a swinging limb, and high enough to be 

 secure from wild animals. 



On arriving at camp, my companions report two 

 turkeys to one gun; nothing to the other. A good sup- 

 per, hunting-yarns, and some plans for the morrow, are 

 all properly attended to, and we sleep soundly. Early 

 next morning we are out, I taking with me my friend, 

 who came empty-handed to supper, for whom I call up, 

 of the flock scattered the evening before, two turkeys 

 which he bags and two which he misses. I bag two 

 myself. Our other friend brings in one. Eleven in all! 

 It does not always turn out so well. Is there anything 

 in luck ? 



It is with reluctance that these lines are brought to a 

 close, for the writer is conscious that the half has not 

 been told; and, writing hastily, as he has been compelled 

 to do, under many pressing duties, he feels sure that he 

 has not properly accomplished his task, though he has 

 filled his allotted space. 



