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FOREST AND STREAM 
October, 1919 
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It was nearing the close of a week’s 
hunting on Barnegat Bay, New Jersey. 
The bayman and I had been unsuccess- 
ful with the ducks. The weather had 
been very poor for shooting, being mild 
and calm, and, although there were 
thousands of ducks on the bay, the fowl 
refused to decoy, with the exception of 
a bird which now and then came to us. 
Each day as we lay hidden in our 
sneak-boxes on the point, many brant 
in one large flock after another would 
pass our position, flying high and far 
out over the open bay. For a half hour 
or so in the morning there would be a 
continuous procession of flocks, all 
headed south. In the distance we could 
see the fowl slowly nearing the water 
as if about to alight. In the afternoon 
the brant would come back, passing us 
again. The birds paid not the least 
attention to our decoys. 
The bayman knew just what the brant 
were doing: they were spending the 
hours of low tide on a long, high sand 
bar, exposed by the receding water, out 
in the middle of the bay, about four 
miles to the south of us. My host knew 
of a box, which had been sunk on the 
bar to be used as a blind, and suggested 
that, as the shooting had been so poor, 
I try my luck at the brant next day. 
Before daybreak next morning we left 
the comfortable house-boat and started 
on our long row in the little sneak-boxes. 
I keenly enjoyed being out on the black 
waters of the bay, where the gloom 
closed in thick about us, with tiny stars 
twinkling over head, a faint salty breeze 
coming from the sea, and now and then 
the whistle of a black duck’s wings to 
break the stillness of the night. 
The darkness did not bother my host, 
he laid our course as if by daylight. At 
last, when dawn was spreading in the 
east, I felt my oars scraping on bottom 
and as the bayman slowed up in front 
of me, he explained that we were along 
side of the bar. 
The tide fell rapidly and we did not 
have long to wait before the bar showed 
above water. My blind was to be a shal- 
low, coffin-shaped wooden box, sunk vdth 
the rim just level with the surrounding 
sand. The box had been pitched at the 
seams but now leaked badly, and as the 
tide fell the water within drained out 
through the cracks. We scooped out 
most of the wet sand from the box, then 
spread a rubber blanket in the bottom. 
With my gun and a box of shells I 
stretched out on my back in the box, 
while the bayman, vdth both boats, rowed 
away to a sufficient distance so as not 
to alarm the birds. 
It was not long afterwards when a 
single brant came down the bay from 
the north and circled the bar several 
times, each time around bringing him 
nearer to me. I lay motionless until 
he passed well within range, then drop- 
ped him with a shot. A few minutes 
later a small flock of brant appeared 
in the air to the north, headed for my 
position. They flew straight for the bar 
and, after making a circle, set their 
wings in graceful curves and sailed 
down to the sand. I bagged a pair of 
them. The survivors swung quickly 
away and started back up the bay. 
