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FOREST AND STREAM 
October, 1921 
REMINGTON 
UMC 
The Most Wonderful 
Shooting Ever Recorded 
World's Records 
MADE IN AUGUST, 1921 
Sgt. Thomas J. Jones, shooting on the new 10-inch bullseye 
in the Campbell Match at Wakefield, Mass., won with 
132 Consecutive Bullseyes 
at 
300 yards 
Machine Gunner C. A. Lloyd, shooting on a 20-inch bulls- 
eye in the Rogers Match at Sea Girt, N. J., won with 
101 Consecutive Bullseyes 
at 
600 yards 
Pvt. R. C. Glenn, shooting on a 36-inch bullseye in the Roe 
Match at Sea Girt, N. J., won with 
39 Consecutive Bullseyes 
at 
1,000 yards 
Sgt. Thomas J. Jones, shooting on a 36-inch bullseye in the 
Libbey Trophy Match at Sea Girt, N. J., won with 
66 Consecutive Bullseyes 
at 
1,100 yards 
Sgt. Edwin F. Holzhauer, shooting on a 36-inch bullseye in 
the Spencer Match at Sea Girt, N. J., won with 
41 Consecutive Bullseyes 
at 
1,200 yards 
Using 
R emin gton. 
.30 Springfield 180 Grain Palma- 
Olympic Match Ammunition 
PRAIRIE CHICKEN SHOOTING 
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into the snow as the sharptail did. 
There had not been many hunters in 
the country south of Mankato, and the 
methods of the farmers who had guns 
were very crude. They used large loads 
of heavy shot and small charges of 
powder with scraps of paper for wad- 
ding instead of cardboard, with the re- 
sult that nearly always when one barrel 
was loaded, the shot rolled out of the 
other. The extreme range of a gun 
thus loaded would not exceed thirty 
yards and that only for the first barrel 
and it was a revelation to some of the 
local gunners to see how far a good gun 
well loaded would kill. 
Our first day of hunting was not very 
satisfactory to me. At the start one of 
the boys said to the driver: “You watch 
Martin. He is as good as they make 
them and never misses a bird.” Once 
again I was shamed by the boasts of my 
friends, for if the birds had been barns 
that were flying by in bunches I couldn’t 
have brought down more than two out 
of five. 
The grouse were slower flyers than 
pigeons and got up nearer, with the re- 
sult that I got very few and both the 
boys, much to their gratification, held 
me down close. 
I was resplendent in a brand new 
hunting-suit of tanned dog-skin, and 
when it began to rain and the suit to 
shrink, my discomfiture was complete. 
A little thing like rain or snow had 
never driven me off the duck marsh, so 
why should an August shower make me 
quit the chickens? But presently the 
bottoms of my trousers began climbing 
up toward my knees, my vest split be- 
hind, two buttons broke off in front and 
the flaps of my coat began ascending to 
my armpits. Then I made a double miss 
on an easy shot, and in despair told the 
boys to climb into the wagon and quit. 
When we reached our new quarters 
next day, about thirty miles south of 
Mankato, we were very comfortable. 
Breakfast was ready every morning at 
four o’clock, and we were on the stub- 
bles at sunrise. There was no complaint 
of lack of chickens, and after that first 
day I shot well. In all my hunting ex- 
periences before and after this trip I 
never saw but one place where game 
was so plentiful and that was at White 
River, Akansas. 
IT was a shame to see how those Min- 
*■ nesota farmers wasted the chickens 
before we came and showed them how 
to cool out the birds after they had been 
killed and the proper way to use ice to 
preserve them. With birds so plentiful 
and tame, even with their badly loaded 
guns they killed quite a few early in the 
season, but they did no shooting after 
the birds began to get wild. 
A hunter would go out, perhaps on 
horseback or maybe in a light buggy 
with his dog, if he had one, running 
