August, 1922 
that was secured — or even shot at, from 
the scattered covey. 
A circuit of the west end of the woods 
produced another rabbit that ran out of 
a patch of briars and apparently tried to 
hide behind my feet, as it made almost 
a complete circle around me before I 
caught sight of it and knocked it over. 
Things were rather ordinary for a 
while, until all of a sudden a rabbit 
jumped out of a patch of brush and 
hopped slowly across the end of a wheat 
field, while I missed it twice. Not at all 
scared, it sat down in the briar patch 
and then I kicked it out and fired at it 
twice more. Not wishing to leave before 
the fun was over, it gave me one more 
chance and as the sixth load of shot 
mowed down the briars it stood on its 
front feet and waved its hind ones with 
all of the apparent joy and sangfroid ex- 
hibited by the small boy who escapes a 
whipping. 
Just then a covey of twelve or fifteen 
quail got up and I missed a snap-shot as 
the last one dodged around a clump of 
briars. Surely this was another kind of 
red-letter day. 
However, I had visions of the lucky 
seventh when I would knock that rabbit 
for a goal; so after a good rest and a 
tightening of the belt that was intended 
to keep my heart down where it be- 
longed, I waded in. Sure enough, the 
rabbit was waiting for me, but this time 
he ran much faster, or possibly it was 
another one that had not yet seen me 
shoot; consequently he cashed in. 
An excursion into a little patch of 
wire-grass brought out six or eight quail 
from the second covey and as they 
dodged through the tops of some young 
locust trees I got one snap-shot at a sin- 
gle and made a clean kill. The ounce 
of 8’s certainly did snuff him out nicely. 
I follow'ed the birds up over the hill. 
Several jumped, and the last one over, 
a big hen, came down so hard she 
bounced when she hit. After they had 
settled in a little woods one was flushed 
and dived back over my head to the 
briars, but a second one darted across a 
woods road and was cut down on a snap- 
shot fully fifty or sixty yards away. 
The old combination was again hitting 
on all six and it surely helped to make 
up for those misses. A trip back 
through the briars resulted in the flush- 
ing and killing of the single, which was 
a rather easy, straight-away snap-shot 
along the edge of the wheat field. 
After whistling awhile, another bird 
was located, flushed and killed near the 
lower edge of the briars, and then noth- 
ing happened until towards evening, 
when a pair answered and one was 
flushed along a wire fence. It got up 
wild and climbed through the locusts as 
I missed a snap-shot; but I then made 
a clean kill with the left at fully sixty 
yards, as I saw it flying like a black-duck 
up through the tops of the trees. The 
puffing-off of the feathers from the 
shoulders and the snapping back of the 
head that was noticed as it outlined 
against the setting sun was a fitting fin- 
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know that quality, preci- 
sion and superior workmanship 
are necessary for high scores, are 
practically unanimous in their 
selection of Smith & Wesson 
superior revolvers. 
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