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DUCK-SHOOTING WITH GUN 
AND CAMERA 
A Single-Handed Triumph 
BY C. S. CUMMINGS 
ILLUSTRATED FROM PHOTOGRAPHS 
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HE present writer had 
.{ been for some time an 
intensely interested 
| reader of the literature 
lof ‘“‘hunting with a 
camera.” Being first 
an ardent sportsman— 
ardent is the proper 
word, I believe, to express a state of hunter’s 
enthusiasm variously denominated “‘ crazy,” 
“nutty,” etc., by persons who from choice 
never allow their feet to touch the Mother 
Earth and in whose philosophy of life 
the rocking-chair habit is ingrained— 
and having more recently arrived at some 
proficiency with a camera, he was as ready 
for the Idea as a hungry Adirondack trout 
for the first shad-fly. The Idea came, and 
the result was decidedly the most resultful 
day’s duck-shooting in all his experience. 
I sat at my desk one November day, 
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BY THE AUTHOR 
when the Storm King was paying an early 
visit to Missouri. Being more or less 
weatherwise from years of prognosticating 
the coming of the cold-weather ducks, I 
knew that this was a day to be in the tim- 
ber to meet the mallards and the pintails 
and the spoonbills. But with a foresight 
that was really ninety per cent. guesswork 
I arrived at a conclusion that the morrow 
would see the ducks still with us, and fair 
skies—and with that thought I had clinched 
with the Idea. I would go to Rondo Lake 
and out-Carlin Carlin, out-Dugmore Dug- 
more, out-Shiras Shiras ; I would outdo 
all the wild game photographers that ever 
lived by making photographs of myself ,in 
the act of shooting wild ducks—the real 
thing, ducks falling through space and all! 
The Idea thus suddenly conceived was to 
set up my camera behind my place of con- 
cealment and operate it by means of a long 
