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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[June 3, 1911. 
Good Trap-Shooting Records 
—All Along The Line— 
And as usual, Shooters using mm> 
Old Reliable Brands Lead the Field 
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN 
Indoor Championship won by Neaf Apgar with 240 x 250 
LOUISIANA STATE SHOOT 
Amateur Championship tied for by J. Lallande, 48 x 50 
High Professional Average, Walter Huff, 437 x 450 
High Amateur Average, J. K. Warren, 426 x 450 
ILLINOIS STATE SHOOT 
High Amateur Average, Geo. Roll, 519 x 550 
Amateur Championship, J. R. Graham, 49 x 50 
WASHINGTON STATE SHOOT 
High Professional Average, H. S. Poston, 348 x 375 
High Amateur Average, E. J. Chingren, 349 x 375 
KANSAS STATE SHOOT 
High Amateur Average, Wm. Veach, 419 x 450 
Amateur Championship, tied for by Geo. Nicolai, 48 x 50 
MISSOURI STATE SHOOT 
Amateur State Championship, tied for by 
P. Baggerman and H. B. Pottingcr, 97 x 100 
Baggerman won in Shoot-off. 
PENNSYLVANIA STATE SHOOT 
High Professional Average, L. S. German, 446 x 450 
High Amateur Average, tied for by 
Howard Schlicher and Geo. F. Painter, 437 x 450 
Amateur Championship won by Geo. F. Painter 
SIXTH SOUTHERN HANDICAP 
High Amateur Average, J. R. Graham, 391 x 400 
Southern Handicap Event, W. T. Laslie, 94 x 100 
Kverv S'uithern Handicap ever held has been won with L)U PONT POWDER. 
NEBRASKA STATE SHOOT 
High Amateur Average, S. A. Huntley, 426 x 450 
State Championship, C. G. Gellatly, 49 x so 
TEXAS STATE TOURNAMENT 
State Championship won by F. McNeir, 50 straight 
High Professional Average, E. F. Foregard, 442 x 450 
High Amateur Average, R. H. Connerly, 428 x 450 
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SHOOTING OVER DOGS IN THE TRANS¬ 
VAAL. 
Owing either to the denser covert afforded 
by the long grass of the High Veld or to the 
fact that the South African partridges (fran- 
colin) are not so much harried as our par¬ 
tridges at home, the use of dogs is not only 
desirable, but an absolute necessity. For some 
time after my arrival in the Eastern Transvaal 
I was always hearing that there were plenty of 
partridges in the neighborhood, but with the 
exception of two which got up under my horse’s 
feet as I jumped the little drain through a vlei I 
saw none, and this despite real hard work in¬ 
curred in quartering the ground they were said 
to frequent, and where I had frequently heard 
them calling—the call, by the way, is quite un¬ 
like that of our English bird, from which it 
differs both in appearance and habits. 
One Sunday, says H. W. May in the Field, a 
neighboring settler came over to call, bringing 
with him two red setters. One of these dogs 
took an unaccountable fancy to me, and, despite 
thrashings, always found his way back to me, 
until his owner kindly proposed that I should 
keep and use him during my stay in the country. 
His acquisition was a veritable godsend. On an 
elevated plateau close to the house, with here 
and there the solid rock cropping up through 
the grass, dropping suddenly some 40 feet to 
the low-lying land bordering the river, there 
was said to be one covey at least, if not more. 
Much walking through the thick grass back¬ 
ward and forward, and taking the narrowest of 
beats, had produced no result. I was getting 
sceptical as to there being really any partridges 
there. I had spared no trouble, and felt I must 
have walked not only near enough to put them 
up, but actually on the top of them. However, 
on the morning of the loan of the dog I de¬ 
termined once more to try my luck. Crossing 
the kloof I slipped a couple of cartridges into 
my gun and allowed the dog to range in front. 
Not a hundred yards from the house, in a new 
planted wattle copse, as the dog, whose move¬ 
ments I was closely watching, was going down 
wind, up got three partridges somewhat wide. 
I succeeded in getting one of them, which 
proved to be a young one, though as large as a 
full-grown English bird. 
Although pleased to find the birds, which I 
was unable to mark down, I thought the dog 
could not have much of a nose. It was, how¬ 
ever, too early to judge, for this was almost 
his first outing this season, and we proceeded. 
It was not long before I once more saw him 
suddenly stand at attention, and went up to 
him to try to get him to draw up to his bird. 
With the greatest difficulty I got him to move 
on some twenty yards, when suddenly he lay 
down, a picture of intense excitement. 
We were then not ten yards from the edge 
of the cliff. At a loss what to do to put up the 
birds, I proceeded to walk the ground, start¬ 
ing about five yards in front of him and work¬ 
ing to the very edge of the cliffs. Not a feather 
stirred. Finally I proceeded to move away. It 
was of no use; he paid no attention to me, but 
groveled forward on his belly yet another foot, 
quivering with excitement. Coming up behind 
him I patted him and encouraged him, to no 
purpose. At last I stepped just in front of him, 
hoping he would follow, and as I did so, within 
a yard of his nose, up got fifteen birds with a 
most alarming noise. Startled beyond measure, 
I put up the gun and let off both barrels, only 
to see every bird go away unhurt. From my 
coign of vantage, however, I could see that al¬ 
though the greater part had crossed the river 
(our boundary), two had settled on this side 
in the long grass mixed with rushes. 
Scrambling down the rocks, the dog and I at 
once went after them. Arrived at the spot, he 
found one immediately, and sat down. Again 
my utmost blandishments failed to make him 
draw on. Stepping in front of him, however, 
up got a bird, which was immediately killed, 
while the other, which rose within five yards at 
the report, was easily knocked down with the 
second barrel. Much pleased with the dog, I 
patted and encouraged him, and we proceeded 
