In the Field or at the Traps—a FOX 
W.C.Lettetman’s FOX Wins MftkCS EvCCy Shot COUnt 
Pennsylvania Championship 
On June 20,1923 ,Wm.C.Lett erman, 
shooting a FOX single-barrel 
trap gun, won the amateur trap¬ 
shooting championship of Penn¬ 
sylvania. Incidentally, the new 
Champion established a record 
for the event of 198 x200, with 168 
straight breaks. 
Dr. J. D. Griffith,also using a FOX, 
won the Class B title on the same 
date with a score of 193 x 200. 
W HEN the birds are scarce— 
when you have to wait min¬ 
utes or even hours before you get. 
a shot—that’s when you’ll most 
appreciate a FOX. 
Sturdy, dependable, accurate, 
hard-hitting—a FOX will help you 
to “make every shot count.” 
And those same FOX qualities 
will bring up your average at the 
traps, where the “birds” are plenti¬ 
ful, but where a man’s gun must be 
able to take a lot of punishment. 
The FOX catalogue describes the 
very gun you’ve been looking for 
— where shall we send your copy ? 
A. H. FOX GUN COMPANY 
4674 N. 18th STREET 
PHILADELPHIA 
Makers cf*‘The Finest Qun in the World” 
On the point of this island was an 
old log jamb and some railroad timbers 
that had come from a bridge many 
miles to the southwest, afforded us a 
goodly number of spikes for building 
our raft. Here we pulled the prize 
“bonehead act,” and when he launched 
our craft into the water it barely 
floated! We had used logs that had 
been water-soaked for the Lord knows 
how long! Neither of us had any in¬ 
clination of shooting the Ghost Rapids 
on a “boat” of this kind (the bottom 
being far too rocky for a submarine), 
so we hauled her in, chopped out the 
precious spikes and again took up ship¬ 
building. 
This time we took no chances; cut¬ 
ting down dry, standing trees, and al¬ 
though this occasioned a great deal 
of labor we eventually had a good raft 
that floated high. With our stuff tied 
in the center and armed with a couple 
of good homely paddles we said good¬ 
bye to the shore and embarked on our 
exciting journey. We had gone about 
a mile or so and were just getting used 
to the roll of the raft when we struck 
a rock. Bingo! It was some smash, 
and for a few terrifying seconds we 
thought we were going to be wrecked 
right there in the middle of the river 
in deep swift water. We clung to the 
high side, the back end sunk, swung 
around and slowly came to the surface 
and we were free. With shaking limbs 
we plied our paddles and got her to 
shore. The raft had been fairly square 
in shape when we started out, but now 
it looked more like an irregular dia¬ 
mond; but for the long railroad spikes 
she would have gone to pieces sure. We 
straightened her up and went on our 
way, but, believe me, we steered clear 
of rocks after that. 
Three or four miles below our start¬ 
ing point we came to the six-mile 
stretch of rapids known as “Goose 
Neck” or “Ghost Rapids.” The former 
name is perhaps more appropriate, as 
the canyon through which the river 
wends its way at such a whirlwind 
speed is very tortuous, although I am 
sure there are far more bends in it 
than in the neck of any goose I ever 
saw. When a man enters this canyon, 
whether on raft or in scow, boat or 
canoe, events happen with such speed 
that one has scarcely time to think. 
And indeed it is imperative that one 
keep his wits about him, for to get 
spilled in that “mill race” would mean 
disaster as sure as the flash of light¬ 
ning. 
Thrills! Isn’t that what we sports¬ 
men are all after? Isn’t that the real 
basis of what we term “SPORT”? I 
have experienced about all the thrills 
that may be had on this continent, and 
I will say frankly that they all pale 
alongside the sensations that surge 
over one while shooting dangerous rap- 
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