February, 1922 
FOREST AND STREAM 
79 
SMITH GUNS 
Send for Catalog 
No. 319 
Speak for Them- 
selves in quality 
of shooting, and 
detail of con- 
struction during 36 years of manufacture. 
In 36 years a Smith has never shot loose 
With Hunter One Trigger and Automatic Ejector, It’s the Complete Gun 
THE HUNTER ARMS COMPANY, Inc., FULTON, N. Y. 
McDonald & Linforth, Pacific C^st Representatives, 739 Call Bldg., San Francisco, Calif. 
Export Office: 5 State St., New York City 
ITHACA WINS 
Capt. E. C. Cross-^ 
man, U. S. Army 
instructor in the use 
of fire arms, world 
wide authority and 
writer on guns and 
ammunition said: 
“The more I use 
other guns the 
better I like an 
.Ithaca for trap 
shooting.” 
Catalogue Free 
Double guns for 
game $37.50 up. 
Single barrel trap 
guns $75 up.' 
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GUN CO. 
Ithaca, N, yI 
Box 25 
Model B 
[Mi&ble Gun Siqhts 
MakeEachShotCertain 
Certainty of hitting comes 
with the use of Marble’s 
Sights. Endorsed for their ac- 
curacy by renowned marksmen. 
Marble’s Flexible Rear Sight 
Known wherever 
guns are fired — a perfect 
rear sight a favorite 
with both amateur and 
professional. Stem 19 
not rigid but is held by 
a strong spring in base 
—won't break wheo 
struck. Spring permits 
sight to give and in* 
stantly brings it back 
to correct shooting posi« 
tion. 2 discs furnished. 
$4.00 
Sheard Gold Bead Front Sight 
Shows up fine in dark timber- 
will not blur in brightlight. Light 
rays are reflected forward and to 
the center of the gold bead. $1.65. 
If your dealer can’t supply yoo, , 
order by mail. Be sure to get 
Marble’s catalog. 
MARBLE’S ARMS & MFG. CO. 
526 Delta Avenue Gladstone, Mich* 
EUREKA DUCK CALLS 
made of hard maple wood and spun 
brass ferrule, hand-made rubber reed 
with rubber and cork inner parts. 
Length, 5 inches. 
Is non-corrosive and not affected by 
climatic changes. Easily adjusted to 
suit the different calls of mallard, pin- 
tail, widgeon and other ducks. Price, 
$2.00. Insured delivery. 
So on we trotted, or rather I did, for Fig 
and his hound just slid over the ground 
without any more effort than I would take 
to walk across the office floor. They 
looked in the distance like skaters slip- 
ping along. We climbed down through 
a gully and up over a ridge and down 
through a valley and up over a hill and 
down through a glen and up over a 
hogsback and down into a gulch and up 
over a mountain. This ad infinitum un- 
til I made up my mind that I could get 
a hundred dollars worth of fox-hunting 
in one day and was mighty glad I 
couldn’t spend any more time than that. 
I PANTED over the last high place 
I and there stood Fig a-snifling and 
twitching his nose like a bunny rabbit. 
Presently I was twitching my nose just 
like him. This time I did smell some- 
thing. It had the aroma of a barnyard 
only it had a strong, old, ancient scent 
about it as if a barnyard had been there 
for centuries putting off that odor. I 
could see that Fig smelled it and he 
looked at me, his eyes a question. I 
could see that it was time for me to say 
something. I didn’t know just what, so 
I blurted out something about the smell 
of a barnyard over in the direction the 
wind came from. 
Again I was sent that look of con- 
tempt. “Barnyard nothin’ — that’s a 
fox !’’ I didn’t act surprised. How 
could I with those ' little eyes send- 
ing their message of contempt? So 
I nodded my head and quietly as- 
sured him that he was right. We 
smelled a fox. He was there in that 
brush sleeping the sleep of the wicked, 
I had no doubt. So Fig caught his 
hound and told me to go on to a certain 
fence corner, pass through into a lot 
where there was buckwheat stubble, pass 
three hickory trees, and end up at a 
big stone pile in the middle of the field, 
there to wait while he and the hound did 
the rest. 
Just about the time I arrived on top 
of the stone pile I heard the dog speak 
up to the tune of a popular fox-hunter’s 
strain, that is what I ought to call it, 
but it didn’t sound any different to me 
than my little rabbit dog. Anyhow the 
fox was up and here I was standing on 
top of a big stone heap ready and wait- 
ing for him. I had stood on a good 
many watches for deer and bear, so it 
was nothing, this fox stand. I was prid- 
ing myself on the way I controlled my 
heart action when I heard the hound 
driving toward me. Then the fox ap- 
peared. He Was in no hurry. He 
pawled into the field where I was wait- 
ing to take his life and looked around 
to make sure the dog was far enough 
behind for him to have a good stretch. 
He stretched out with his front legs first 
and then with his rear legs and yawned 
with wide jaws exactly like a dog. I 
slipped the safety off my gun while he 
was doing this waking-up act. I sus- 
pected he would get awake pretty well 
and then come over in my direction. 
Sure enough, his foxship trotted out 
from the fence forty rods away and 
right toward me. He was my fox. I 
began to think about sending his pelt 
RELOADING TOOL 
MODERN-BOND COMPANY 
826 WEST Sth ST. WILMINGTON, DEL. 
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Catalog mailed on receipt of 8 cents 
OUTDOOR EQUIPMENT CO. 
Box 50, Forest & Stream, 9 East 40th Street 
New York City 
PYRAMID SOLVENT 
s^QLVENJ: 
It’s mighty easy to keep gun barrels slick and clean inside 
with Pyramid Solvent. Dissolves smokeless powder residue, 
loosens metal fouling. If your dealer hasn’t Pyramid, mail 
us 30c in stamps for handy screw-top 3-oz. can. 
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