September, 1919 
FOREST AND STREAM 
499 
THE ROLLING FIELDS 
OF SOMERSET 
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 459) 
the Wychoff farm, where Irvey received 
a warm welcome from the proprietor. 
The horses were unhitched and fed by 
Dick, while we tied our game in pairs 
and hung them up in the cool spring 
house. Then in the huge “bay” of the 
barn, with the great doors swung wide 
and the fragrant new mown hay for a 
table cloth, Irvey prepared our luncheon. 
The box was brought in by Dick and un- 
packed by his master. Generous was the 
quantity and wide the scope of delicacies, 
am^ng them being a large jar of pickled 
mussels of which I am exceedingly fond. 
After our bountiful repast, Irvey and the 
Doctor burned some tobacco, then we 
were once more afield, working over some 
large grain fields west of the barn for 
doves. We found some on the stubble 
but they were wild and we killed but few, 
and then, while I was some distance from 
my companions, they flushed three doves 
out of range. They flew around but did 
not leave the field, finally alighting on 
the top wire of a cross fence, where they 
sat apparently secure from harm. 
At right angles, about fifty yards away 
from them, ran another fence with a 
slight growth of grass up to the bottom 
rail. I was on lower ground and decided 
to crawl to them, so I crouched low and 
made for the grass grown fence, keeping 
carefully out of sight. I crawled up to 
the fence and looked cautiously through 
the grass below the rail — they were still 
there. It was a very long shot and very 
carefully I parted the grass and put the 
gun muzzle through, then taking a delib- 
erate sight, I fired the full choked barrel. 
Two of the doves fell from the wire and 
the other hearing the report and not 
knowing which way danger lay, rose and 
came right over me, and I killed it with 
my second barrel. “Pot Hunter?” Per- 
haps so, but if I had stalked a timid deer, 
peacefully browsing, with the same care 
I had used to approach those wary doves, 
and had shot the unsuspecting animal 
dead in its tracks, it would have been 
considered the very acme of sportsman- 
ship. “Consistency, thou are a jewel.” 
R eturning to the bam, Dick soon 
had his team ready and we were 
off to shoot over the near by farms. 
This is one of the great charms of this 
style of shooting, the constant change of 
scene and surroundings. As the after- 
noon drew on the plover did not seem so 
timid and afforded better shots. One big 
fellow allowed us to approach quite 
close. It was Doc’s shot, and he missed 
with both barrels. Irvey “guyed” him 
unmercifully, but pride goes before a fall. 
Soon after this, Irvey made a long shot 
at a plover standing near a large tuft of 
grass and killed it. Stepping from the 
surrey, he started to pick up the bird 
without putting in another shell, whist- 
ling a popular air as he did so; as he 
stooped for the dead bird, from the tuft 
of grass almost in his face, up sprang 
another that had been lying like a quail. 
Irvey was taken completely by surprise 
and badly “rattled.” Throwing up his 
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