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FOREST AND STREAM 
Origin of the Savage 
Repeating Shotgun 
Unique circumstances 
under which it was designed 
It started with the public. For the last several years, 
letters have poured in to us from Savage rifle owners. 
‘‘Build us a shotgun,” they demanded. “We want 
Savage design and quality in the shotgun field.” 
This was the genesis. For a number of years we 
studied shotgun construction and requirements from 
every angle — building improvements part by part. 
Now here it is — a Savage shotgun that fills the 
bags and smashes the blue rocks with the same 
sureness that your old Savage hi-pawer rifle knocks 
over the big game. 
The secret of Savage punch and even pattern 
It’s in the boring. The Savage shotgun barrel is bored 
again and again until the surface is as smooth as science and 
machinery can combine to make it. It throws an even spread 
that is backed up by Savage punch and endurance. 
For the barrel only Savage famous hi-power smokeless 
steel is used. And the gun has, too, the Savage hammerless 
solid breech. A harder hitting shotgun does not exist. 
Ask at your dealer’s, or write for the interesting catalog 
describing the Savage repeating shotgun, high-power rifles, 
.22 rifles, and automatic pistols. 
SAVAGE ARMS CORPORATION 
Department A-H, Utica, N. Y. 
Owners and operators of the J. Stevens Arms Company 
Executive and Export Offices: Church Street, New York 
May, 1922 
TRAPPING CROWS i 
WITH A CAMERA 
(Continued from page 202) 
Armed with this preliminary knowl- 
edge, I made use of a gray weather- 
worn wooden blind on a small island, 
surrounded at low tide by mud-flats and 
at high tide by the waters of a quiet salt 
creek. The blind had become so much 
a part of the landscape that crows and 
kingfishers perched upon it, and night j 
and green herons fished within a few 
yards of its peepholes. 
A T two one summer morning, in pitchy 
darkness near the blind, I chose a 
rock to which my quarry was to be at- 
tracted. On the rock I placed the most 
tempting bait that I could think of, part- 
ly yellow corn and partly small fresh fish. 
With the aid of an electric flash-lamp I 
concealed the camera near the rock in 
masses of seaweed, and focussed it care- 
fully on the rock. Next I ran a black 
thread from the sutter release of the 
camera to my blind thirty feet away. 
Then I hastily crawled into the blind ,i 
and tied the other end of the black thread 
to a nail where it could be reached and 
pulled at any moment. I was thus ready ! 
to photograph, by merely pulling the 
thread, any crow that came upon my j 
rock, which was in full view of the blind. 
From outside the crow would see, as I i 
thought, nothing but a rock, with some 
tempting food upon it and a lump of sea- i 
weed nearby. ! 
I was not hidden much too soon, for [ 
the dawn was breaking (though the sun 
had not yet risen) aind the crows were 
calling sleepily to each other among the 
pines on the high land above my shelter, j 
It has always seemed to me that these 
clever birds are awake sooner in the 
morning if the tide is low and foraging 
prospects therefore good. This morning 
the tide was very low, and the first black 
hunter flew out over the flats while a , 
single great planet was still blazing in | 
the sky. I was glad that my arrange- ' 
ments were made and myself hidden ; 
before his keen eyes had scanned the 
landscape ! I' 
The next six hours seemed like twelve. 
Sleepy, hungry, and yet determined, I 
waited at my post, too alert to read, too ' 
expectant to think. All my hunter’s soul 
was concentrated on that one rock. Sud- 
denly, before I knew it, and without 
sound, a crow appeared eating my corn. 
Instantly I reached for the thread and 
pulled hard. The crow gave a start and 
flew off. Had he heard the shutter? The 
sun had risen now. Exultantly I took 
my camera and walked home to break- 
fast. After a lazy meal in the sun, I 
carefully developed the plate. It was a 
perfect photograph, but there was no 
crow. He had become frightened, per- 
haps at the lens, and had flown just a 
moment before I had been able to pull 
the thread and release the shutter. ! 
It is some years ago since this happened, | 
and I hesitate to say just how many i 
times I got up, shortly after midnight, j 
baited the rock and hid in the blind. It j' 
is sufficient to say that there were an ' 
1 incredible number of failures, of which j 
and Stream. It icill identify you. 
