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FOREST AND STREAM 
Oct. 25, 1913. 
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on the topmost twig, you are in luck. You need 
a quiver with ten or more light weight, low- 
feathered, blunt arrows, and a good strong bow 
for this work, or the arrow will not kill tough 
Mr. Squirrel up seventy-five or a hundred feet. 
Next, the archer steps back a short distance 
from the tree to a position that will give him 
an unobstructed view, if possible, of his game, 
bearing in mind that his arrows must come down. 
It is better that they come down in an open 
space if possible, or else among small timber 
without undergrowth, then if they do any glanc¬ 
ing they will not be deflected much from their 
course. If you get too close to the tree, too 
much under the squirrel, you will not be able 
to shoot to an advantage, and stand a chance to 
stop your own arrow as it plunges back to earth. 
The squirrel, if he is high up, is not likely to 
run, so take time and shoot as deliberately as 
Dr. Weston would at the target, also stand in 
same place if possible, so your arrows will, barr¬ 
ing glances, light near each other. After one 
or two shots for elevation and windage, you will 
begin to make it uncomfortable for Mr. Squirrel, 
and before you empty your quiver he will very 
likely come tumbling down, strung on your shaft. 
To save other arrows I shall drop a few 
more words of advice here to young bowmen 
and the novice, as I am a veteran hunting arrow. 
In hunting, the archer proceeds something like 
this: 
First, exercise your woodcraft by getting 
near enough to have a reasonable chance to 
score, or as close as the game will allow. 
Second, figure where the arrow will go, that 
is, if the arrow is anything to you. Time and 
practice will teach you to a nicety just where 
your arrow will light when shooting at any 
angle. The archer has carried arrows made of 
reed, iron-weed and other flimsy makeshifts to 
shoot where there was no chance to recover the 
arrow, such as shooting into a dense brier 
thicket, or into a river, etc. However, you need 
not expect very accurate results from such 
arrows. 
Third, before shooting, make a mental pic¬ 
ture of where you are standing, else kick up 
some turf, drop handkerchief, to firmly establish' 
this point. Two arrows stuck up in the ground, 
one at your feet and the other a few feet from 
you in the direction of the shot, will save many 
an arrow shot into thick grass or undergrowth 
in a place that has no landmarks. The loss of 
a few favorite arrows, however, will do much 
toward impressing these simple precautions and 
others upon the young huntsman. 
Fourth and the most important, and the 
thing I can’t tell you much about is—to shoot. 
However, if you really love the sport, the arch¬ 
ery god will inspire you as you deserve. Stand 
easy, have confidence in yourself and your gear, 
and as per a certain Richard III., “Draw archers, 
draw to the head!” Strive for a perfect loose, 
and after you get it or something like it, hang 
to it. Time the performance just as the gymnast 
times his leaps and dives, and do your best, 
feeble as it may be. The arrow speeds on its 
way—a sight not to be described by an ordinary 
pen, but if you have any archer blood in your 
veins, a sight never to be forgotten. As it leaves 
the bow, something tells you if it is going to 
the mark. If you have done about 101 things 
correctly, and the bowyer and fletcher have done 
their duties, then you will be rewarded by a 
plunk, which is a hit. Don’t feel discouraged 
if you miss, for its nearly as much fun to see 
a broadhead lift the feathers from a wood¬ 
pecker’s back as to see him strung on the arrow; 
or to see the arrow make a cottontail hug the 
ground, thinking no doubt that a hawk has made 
a dart at him. The archer can see where he 
hits and thus has the adavntage of the rifleman. 
Fifth, after you discharge the arrow, a very 
important thing and something that is at first 
right hard to do, is to keep your eye on the flying 
arrow until it hits. The young archer loses 
most of his arrows while watching the fright¬ 
ened game making its hurried exit from the im¬ 
mediate neighborhood after being shot at, and 
the arrow plunges into some little tuft of grass 
and is lost. While a glance at the flying bird 
and a glance at the arrow as it nears the ground, 
and a mental picture of the exact bush it fell 
into, and then you can safely follow the game 
if he lit nearby, and retrieve the arrow later on. 
But this time try to get nearly under him, then 
the arrow will come down nearer you, however 
it can come down too near for comfort. 
The archer shot me nearly straight up at 
a carney crow, and I somehow disappeared from 
his sight above the crow. Knowing the speed 
of ascent and thinking of the force of descent, 
the archer not having a steel umbrella made a 
sprint for a big tree only to have me light a 
yard or so in front of him. Now, that was some 
shock. But that experience, insignificant as it 
may seem to the target archer, taught this bow¬ 
man a lesson about shooting arrows straight up. 
The heavy hunting arrow can hardly be shot out 
of sight if the sun is shining, and nothing dis¬ 
tracts the archer’s attention, but occasionally one 
loses sight of an arrow—for example, when 
squirrel hunting and arrow glances. However, 
you are in the woods and can take refuge under 
any heavy limbed tree until Mr. Arrow returns 
to earth. 
The archer owns a book, a very old book 
(Robert’s “English Bowmen’’) that says the 
arrow makers of long ago dipped their shafts 
into a hot solution of logwood which gave an 
ebony black. (Did you ever read “Black 
Arrow”?) The black shaft is very conspicu- 
