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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Jan. 6, 1912. 
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A DAY WITH TENNESSEE QUAIL. 
Continued troin page 10. 
ing two birds, but tbe man traveled ten feet to 
the dog’s one. 
A hawk pitched out of a thicket on which we 
doubled and were not sorry to tind it a very 
dead bird. A little further on we found a small 
covey, getting three birds on the flush. They 
swung round and went back to the woods, and 
we did not follow them. 
In the next field the dog pointed, and we hur¬ 
ried to position. Just as we reached him he 
sighed heavily and lay down with his nose at 
a mouse hole. 
“Blown up,” said Charlie, in disgust. “Run 
himself right off his feet. We will strike for 
the station; I don't want to have to carry him." 
We took it easy, strolling along with the dog 
ambling a few feet ahead. We had to lift him 
over every fence. Getting a little lead, when we 
stopped to rest at a fence, he pointed again. 
“Bet he is asleep before we get there,” said 
Charlie, as we dropped off the fence and leisurely 
approached. 
“Don't even see the mouse hole, this time,” 
said he, as we ranged alongside the dog. I was 
about to advise him to look close, when the 
finest covey of birds we had yet seen burst out 
of the weeds at our feet. They caught us nap¬ 
ping, but we got into action with very little lost 
time, and no lost motion. Charlie’s first barrel 
cut down a single, swinging to his right; I got 
one straight away, feathering another badly that 
happened to be in line, and we each scored with 
the second barrel. I marked down my wounded 
bird, and following got it, making five birds on 
the flush. 
'I'he covey divided, some going in the direction 
we were taking, and of these we found three 
more, getting two of them. The last bird I killed 
fell in thick cover and I tried to get the dog to 
help hunt it; in fact, went at him rather rough 
when he did not respond to repeated “Seek 
dead.” 
“Let him alone, please,” sa d Charlie. “I will 
hunt the bird. He is about all in, and I have got 
to get him home.” 
Arrived at the railroad, the dog dropped down 
and fell asleep, and he never stirred when we 
pitched him into the baggage car. 
It was a fine hunt, and I agreed with Charlie, 
who said: “Taking it all in all, it has been a 
day full of the unexpected.” 
FLY-FISHING IN NORTH CAROLINA. 
Continued from page 13. 
which Drs. Abell and Stringfield are members, 
and always ready to extend the hand of good 
fellowship to true sportsmen. George W. Van¬ 
derbilt has some of the finest trout water in 
these mountains including Davidson River, IMills 
River and North Fork of the French Broad 
River. Beyond Waynesville there are streams 
all the way to Murphy; some far back in the 
forest, others quite near. 
Dr. Daniel Bryson, of Bryson City, or his 
brother, Thad Bryson, would give intending ang¬ 
lers desired information at Bryson City, sixty- 
five miles west of Asheville. 
My rods have been put carefully away till 
next spring when, if a kind Providence wills 
it, I hope again to wade the clear waters of our 
streams for the shy, but beautiful inhabitants 
thereof. I have now taken up my gun, and 
with my little Irish setter bitch Nellie, Jr., bag¬ 
ged thirty partridges last Saturday in an ad¬ 
joining county. 
Partridges (quail) are plentiful this season, 
it seems, ail over the State. 
WILDFOWL IN CURRITUCK SOUND. 
Com.niu-d lixni page lli. 
search of gunmng, I had one day of very moder¬ 
ate shooting, followed by ten days of mild sum¬ 
mer weather, during which no fowl were to be 
seen in the daylight hours, though at night they 
were constantly heard going and coming to and 
from their feeding grounds. 
The first day of my visit I went to a little 
pond perhaps 200 yards wide and twice as long. 
The sky was gray, there was a brisk northeast¬ 
erly wind which during the day increased until 
it assumed almost the proportions of a gale. 
The club watchman who met us as we went 
into the pond said that a fair number of birds, 
from fifty to seventy-five, fed there nightly, but 
usually left in the very early morning. But we 
were hopeful that the wind and the threatening 
weather might bring a number of them back 
before the day was far spent. It did not take 
long to put out our stand of decoys, using for 
this pond shooting chiefly blackducks, mallard and 
widgeon decoys, since canvasbacks and redheads 
rarely enter these ponds unless they are birds 
that have been wounded by gunners in the open 
waters. Because- we had with us a young dog 
whose education was being looked after, we had 
brought no live decoys. 
It was not very long after we had finished 
tying out that we had our first excitement, a 
duck appearing far to the eastward and grad¬ 
ually coming nearer and nearer, until it could 
be recognized as a blackduck. Would this first 
duck come into our stools; would he go into 
a long and narrow pond 500 or 600 yards south 
