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A merica’s Qreatest Duck Gun 
19 fully described in an interest¬ 
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seldom missed. It was a custom of the 
children of the Episcopal Sunday 
School, on Easter Mondays, to have an 
egg hunt on the hatchery grounds, 
The teachers would hide the eggs in 
the morning, and the children would 
hunt them in the afternoon. This was 
Max’s busy day. He would follow the 
teachers in the morning and notice 
where each egg was hidden. When the 
children arrived in the afternoon he 
joined them in the sport and raced 
around with them. He let the older 
ones look for themselves, but if a “tot” 
failed to locate an egg he would point 
it. 
Out of love and respect for my 
former dogs I would not say that Max 
was the best dog I ever owned, but he 
was surely the equal of them all. At 
the end of ten years at Tupelo I re¬ 
signed from the Bureau of Fisheries 
as my sight had become seriously im¬ 
paired. I knew Max would be unhappy 
in a city, so I left him with a lady who 
loved him dearly, but I do not think he 
ever became reconciled to our separa¬ 
tion, and especially from the unceas¬ 
ing care of my wife. In his new home 
he had the best care and attention and 
lived out his alloted span of dog days 
within two years after my departure 
for Cincinnatti. I have not owned a 
dog since, but often think and dream 
of my former canine friends and com¬ 
rades. 
WILD BILL’S MATE 
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sound. They say the most he ever got 
on one shot was two flour-barrels full. 
The tide rose slowly, driving many 
ducks from the lower feeding grounds, 
numbers of which came our way and 
provided excellent shooting. Far in 
the distance over Clark’s Island a small 
black spot took shape. As it drew 
nearer and loomed larger I sat it down 
for geese. It proved, however, to be a 
bunch of seven brant. They came 
steadily on, spurning the end of Ply¬ 
mouth Beach—brant dislike the idea of 
crossing land if it can be avoided—and 
in a few moments they were headed 
directly for our mud flat. Swinging 
slowly over the easterly end they 
wheeled and came surging over. It 
was a long shot and I knew I had noth¬ 
ing in my gun that would stop them; 
however, I opened up with three shots 
as their black bodies proved far too 
tempting to resist; not a feather 
dropped. Then Tom saluted them with 
both barels, and much to my amaze¬ 
ment two brant wavered for a moment, 
lost interest completely and down they 
came, one with wings folded and the 
other describing a long arc. “What 
kind of a gun have you got there?” I 
shouted at Tom. “Sears Roebuck,” he 
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