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RECREA TION. 



After lunch w v e put our birds in the bug- 

 gy, lit our pipes and started for a wheat 

 stubble, for quail. We hunted 3 fields with- 

 out success. 



Coming to another island we separated, 

 Van going around the outside while I 

 went through the centre. While waiting 

 for Van to come up I heard a shot and turn- 

 ing quickly saw several quail drop near me, 

 one so close that I could easily have shot 

 it on the ground. Dan also saw this bird 

 and in less than a minute had a point. 



As Van was not in sight, I flushed the 

 bird and killed it. Here was an instance of 

 shot balling, for though I let the bird go a 

 good 30 yards it was completely riddled, 

 hardly enough being left to pick up. Van 

 came up and we went to where I had 

 marked down the birds. 



Fred got a point at once and Dan com- 

 ing down the wind and not seeing Fred, 

 flushed. Two birds got up and we each 

 scored. One bird was only winged, and 

 Dan had considerable trouble in catching it. 

 While trying to help the dog I was sur- 

 prised to hear a gruff voice at my elbow in- 

 quire, " Who in H — told you to hunt on 

 this farm? " As no one from the place men- 

 tioned had given me permission, I referred 

 him to Van, who tried to get the privilege 

 of shooting what birds we had scattered, 

 but failed. It was go, and go quick. The 



air was getting blue, and judging from the 

 native's face he was liable to have apoplexy 

 at any moment. 



We had our revenge a day or so later, 

 while hunting in this locality. Our dogs 

 flushed a bevy from exactly the same place, 

 but this time luck was with us. They 

 dropped over the fence in a clearing, and 

 while the old man sat on the fence and 

 swore at us we cleaned up the bunch. 



In a pasture lot Dan did some pretty 

 work. 



Both dogs were going at a tremendous 

 pace, when Dan stopped so quickly that he 

 lost his balance and fell over. 



Getting on his feet again he roaded with 

 head high, stopping often, but would not 

 settle to a point. 



We hurried up and found the quails were 

 running; we could see them plainly in the 

 grass. What an opportunity it would have 

 been for a pot hunter. 



When they saw us they flew to a grub 

 patch and scattered in good shape. We 

 followed, and it was point and back about 

 all the time. 



The dogs did perfect work both in find- 

 ing and retrieving, and as the birds got up 

 one and 2 at a time we did fair shooting. 



We had secured in all, 16 quails and 4 

 grouse; not a large bag for 2 guns, but 

 enough for us. 



A MODERN WOOER. 



Edward W. Mason. 



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