It was somewhere about the middle 
of October, perhaps a little earlier, for 
I remember the bushes sheltered in the 
woods still had a share of their leaves, 
nor were the maples altogether nude. 
Anyway I had been doing quite some 
partridge hunting up here in Delaware 
County.—Still hunting.—Did you ever 
try it? I tell you it is some sport. 
You leave the dog at home. Just take 
the old gun and some shells. You need 
plenty of shells, for without a dog to 
point the birds, they are on wing and 
gone almost before you realize there is 
a partridge in the country—but it’s the 
hawk I was talking about. 
Well, I had started out about three 
in the afternoon and by four had 
reached a place on the hillside, up the 
valley, where I knew the shooting was 
good. Plenty of scrub hemlock and soft 
maple, with here and there an open 
grassy space, and then at the far side, 
and up the valley, an old wood’s road 
running up the hill, along the edge of 
the heavy timber. After some time I 
managed to land two birds, and then, 
knowing that usually, at that time of 
day, there would be partridges along 
the edge of the road, or a short distance 
back in the woods, I worked on across 
the side of the hill to this old road. 
Just as I stepped out from the shel- 
ter of a scrub hemlock on to the road, 
I flushed two birds. One flew low off 
into the woods. At him I fired and 
registered a very pretty miss. The 
other one had risen and. as I raised 
my gun—‘A 12- gauge double - barrel 
Fox”—was well up towards the top of 
the trees, along the edge of the woods. 
I shot and in some way I managed to 
register a hit. Down dropped the par- 
tridge. And then the unusual hap- 
pened. As the partridge dropped flut- 
tering through the branches, like a 
flash —from somewhere above — shot 
the hawk! He was a large red-shoul- 
dered bird, and as the partridge struck 
the ground this hawk was upon it. I 
was just across the road, not thirty 
feet from the still struggling partridge, 
and having just fired both barrels of 
my gun, was about to lose my bird, for 
the hawk at once grabbed it. However, 
the lust of the chase was upon me, and 
so across the road I started, waving 
the empty gun in one hand, shaking 
the other, and as I remember, shouting 
for all I was worth as I ran: “Drop 
that bird, drop that bird!” Whether 
or not friend hawk would have obeyed 
orders I do not know. The partridge 
was a large cock and heavy, and being 
still alive, friend hawk was having 
trouble; but soon rose from the ground, 
and flying low was starting back into 
the deep woods. Now at this point 
once again the unusual happened. As 
I rushed shouting across the road, in 
my eagerness to scare the hawk into 
dropping the partridge, I forgot all 
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about the barbed-wire fence just be- 
yond the road, at the edge of the wood. 
Into this I rushed! Over I went, gun, 
shells, feet and all, rolling over and 
over. By the time I gathered myself 
together friend hawk was gone; but 
there some twenty paces back in the 
woods lay the partridge, dead. My 
shotgun had not bothered this hawk 
at all, nor my shouting, much; but 
when I changed ends and came rolling 
over the fence, this, it would seem, was 
something new, something the hawk 
did not understand, and so the par- 
tridge was dropped in his frantic effort 
to get beyond the range of this new 
and novel method of attack. 
To sum up this unusual experience: 
We all know the hawk’s audacity in 
entering and robbing hen yards, located 
close to habitations. Have myself even 
heard of them swooping down with the 
people close by, but never before had 
T known of hawk or any other bird, or 
four-footed animal, when themselves 
attacked, rushing in under fire and try- 
ing to steal the killed game. Certainly 
to me it was an added experience. 
Something new learned of our two- 
winged friends. Had I been unable to 
recover the partridge, and show where 
the hawk had torn its head with his 
beak, I should never have risked bring- | 
ing this experience back from the 
woods. Some friends asked why I 
failed to reload and shoot the hawk, 
but it was all over and the brave hawk 
lost in the deep timber almost before I 
had time to think. Lucky I was to re- 
cover the partridge. 
Nessmuk’s Campfire 
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