Wildfowling in Northern 
Alberta 
(Continued from page 597) 
THE big greenhead mallard in the il- 
lustration met his fate last fall at 
Big Island Lake. I found him leading 
a flock of about twenty up a creek at 
one end of the lake. With my usual 
lack of foresight I was carrying nothing 
heavier than sixes. I let him have it as 
he rose, and then wasted two more shots 
on his friends without success. Then 
I turned my attention to the wounded 
one. He was swimming about in the 
creek, and seemed still to be feeling 
very lively indeed. I showed myself at 
the edge of the reeds, for I knew it 
would be useless to attempt to kiil him 
in the water with small shot and medi- 
um loads. Sure enough, he saw me, and 
to my delight swam across the creek 
and crawled up the bank on the other 
side. I dropped him forthwith. His 
kindness in getting on dry land was 
greatly appreciated, for the creekbed 
was soft mud, and I didn’t enjoy the 
prospect of plunging through it. He 
turned out to be a very giant of a mal- 
lard, three feet across the wings and 
two feet from the tip of his bill to the 
end of his tail. 
I have ever killed, though by no means 
the heaviest. 
The larger and stronger ducks stay 
surprising late in the northern part of 
the province. I have seen them on the 
Saskatchewan River as late as Novem- 
ber, lingering at the edge of small 
patches of open water, and waddling 
lazily along the ice, too fat to fly. 
When the lakes freeze over they take 
to the rivers and spend some time there, 
feeding themselves to the bursting 
point on the small black water-bugs 
with which the shallows abound. Fi- 
nally, when the ground is white with 
snow, and the rivers are cased in ice, 
the big ones start on their long journey 
southward. 
These are the signs that tell of duck 
hunting in Northern Alberta — the 

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crack of guns at daybreak; the still, 
hot mornings when not a bird stirs; the 
rainy wind-swept afternoon when the 
teal come down wind; the red evening 
when the mallard fly into the grain; 
and at night the column of smoke from 
the campfire, and the whistle of invis- 
ible wings overhead. The best days of 
the year, full of adventure, full of ex- 
citement, and fragrant with the strange 
sweet smell of the marshes. 

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