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Forest and Stream 
THE GAME GETTER 
An L. C. SMITH SHOT GUN 
SMITH GUNS Bring Down the Birds 
Send for Catalog No. 319 
The Hardest Hitting Gun in the World 
**The Gun That Speaks for Itself** 
THE HUNTER ARMS COMPANY, Inc., FULTON, N.Y. 
McDonald & Linforth, Pacific Coast Representatives, 739 Call Bldg., 
San Francisco, Calif. 
Export Office: 5 State St., New York City 
MAGNUM 12 BORES 
Shooting 1^2 ozs. Shot 
SPECIALLY BUILT FOR 
LONG SHOTS 
AT WILDFOWL 
EFFECTIVE RANGE 100 YARDS 
A customer writing from Madison, Wis., 
18-2-22, says: 
“Capt. Askins has been conducting a 
series of demonstrations with the 12 -bore 
MAGNUM you built for me and the results 
of his demonstrations indicate that the gun 
will kill consistently at individual ducks at 
75 yards, using 43 grs. Dupont No. 93 
powder and 1 Yz ozs. of shot.” 
SEND FOR ILLUSTRATED CATALOGUE 
giving full particulars, with many other unsolicited testimonials 
G. E. LEWIS & SONS 
32 and 33 Lower Loveday Street 
BIRMINGHAM. Established 1850 ENGLAND 
PAT. 
APPLIED 
FOR. " 
HADE EAS 
WILBUR SHOTGUN PEEP SIGHT, 
deadly addition to the modern shotgun. Makes good 
shots of poor ones. Fast enough for snap shooting, 
ducks, or at traps. Automatically shows how to 
lead correctly — No more guess work. Made of blued 
steel, clamps rigidly on breech of gun barrels. 12. 
16. 20 28 gauges. Double guns only. Postpaid. $2.50 
including booklet. “Wing Shooting Made Easy." 
Booklet alone sent on receipt of ten cents. Teaches 
the art of wing shooting. 
WILBUR GUN SIGHT 
116 West 39th St.» P.O.Box 185, Times Square, New York 
New Lefever Nitro* 
Special only $29.00 
O. K.’ed and purchased in 
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Most durable 
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Every 
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tested with an 
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drop. A Lefever won the world’s 
championship at the Olympic 
games tn London. Lefever has 
stood for service and durability 
for over 50 yrs. Write for Catalogue 
Lefever Anns Co., Ithaca, N.Y. 
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THE SHOTGUN AFIELD 
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heard in the ravine, until the rabbit 
crossed the hill and eventually escaped, 
as we hurried back to the machine in 
time to seek shelter from one of those 
rare but unappreciated late autumn thun- 
der showers. 
The next day I hunted the river hills, 
the brushy, rocky, and briar-covered 
bluffs flanking the Susquehanna, which 
often provide most excellent quail and 
rabbit shooting. 
The wind was blowing a gale, which 
swept in off the mile-wide sheet of 
water, and which consequently was quite 
uncomfortable. Flock after flock of 
black-ducks, mallards, and wild geese 
were noticed winging their way high 
over the river to the Chesapeake, while 
the reports of the doubles and repeaters 
suggested that some of them were stay- 
ing behind. The fall duck flight was on 
and for a few days the river bars would 
be dotted with hunters. 
As I walked along, thinking of the 
ducks, a flock of fully forty quail sud- 
denly got up from a small patch of wheat 
stubble and flew over the hilltop into the 
woods and — I never drew a feather. 
Yes, indeed, it happens occasionally, even 
in the best of families and, like a fat 
woman recovering from a banana peel 
glide, I took a good look around to see 
if I had any spectators. Sometimes it 
doesn’t pay to advertise the existence of 
a flock of forty quail on a farm that had 
been posted for five years, even though 
you have a permit to hunt on it and have 
given such convincing evidence that you 
are not likely to hit anything. 
There, in a patch of briars and open, 
wooded hills two or three acres in ex- 
tent, was a whale of a day’s shooting, 
but there is a wide difference between 
forty quail in a woods on a windy day 
and a limit of eight in a hunting-coat 
pocket, a problem that has, by the way, 
quite often been demonstrated. 
A S a half hour’s hunting only pro- 
duced two or three wild flushes of 
singles and no shooting, I tried whis- 
tling, but they would not whistle. A 
glance at the rising covey had conveyed 
the information that four-fifths of them 
were roosters and also old birds, a com- 
bination that on a windy day is prac- 
tically gun-proof, because they will sel- 
dom flush and if they do, they will flush 
wild. 
A circuit of the opposite hill resulted 
in the jumping of what was probably the 
patriarch of the rabbit family, who had 
been taking a noon-day nap in a bunch 
of leaves on the edge of the woods. A 
quick double snap-shot broke him down 
and as I ran to retrieve him a bird got 
up and gave me a dandy straight-away 
shot — but my gun was empty. However, 
the rabbit was worth it, as he was one of 
those big, old woods-rabbits that every- 
one enjoys bagging because it is practi- 
cally certain he had fooled other hunters 
and probably yourself, many a time. 
Soon a single got up and at the wham 
of the report, the 8’s killed the only bird 
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