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Why I Use Fine Shot 
By LOU SMITH 
GENERALLY use 
the same size shot 
the rank and _ file 
use, for water fowl 
shooting, where one’s 
vision is not ob- 
structed wholly or in 
part, but when it 
comes to cover shoot- 
ing, especially when 
two or more gunners 
are afield and _ the 
cover is rather thick, my choice of shot 
is always a size or two finer than the 
other fellow commonly uses. 
For quail in the south land, mine 
are often 9s or 10s—when 7s, 7% or 
8s are supposed to be correct, and 
for ruffed grouse in the north 8s or 
9s suit me better than 6s or 7s, which 
are commonly used by those who hunt 
the “king of northern game birds,” 
and on those occasions when I take the 
youngsters rabbit hunting—any shot 
larger than 8s are tabooed—though 
most of those who go afield after 
“Molly Cottontail” believe that 6s are 
the smallest shot which will roll 
a cotton tail over and many use 4s, 
5s and even coarser shot, but a load 
of 8s in a brass shell loaded with black 
powder and fired through an old Ithaca 
hammer gun killed the first rabbit I 
ever shot at, a big white snow-shoe 
rabbit, so called, but merely a hare 
known to many as the varying hare, 
and it was the same smoke-producing 
black powder in combination with 8s 
which killed my first gray rabbit. And 
while on the subject of 8s, I remember 
shooting at a sheep chasing cur caught 
in the act on Captain McDonald’s plan- 
tation on the South Carolina coast. 


ONE dog was barking and snapping 
at the sheep’s nose, another was 
pulling wool out of that sheep’s hams 
by the mouthful before getting to the 
meat it intended to tear from that liv- 
ing sheep. With a young bird dog’s 
collar grasped in my left hand, and 
my favorite Ithaca quail gun in my 
right, I kept a lone pine tree between 
the killers and me until about twenty- 
five paces from the sheep and dogs, 
when with only my right arm free I 
fired at the rear dog, expecting to hurt 
it and drive it off. But to my very 
great surprise that cur, which was 
about the size of a small airedale, gave 
up the ghost then and.there, and my 
shells that day were loaded with 8s, 
because I could get no finer shot in 
Georgetown, S. C. The second cur re- 
ceived a broadside but went away yelp- 
ing. If 8s killed a full grown dog at a 
respectable distance even once, and if 
they have killed rabbits for me for 
years, I think they are big enough for 
most any cover shooting. 
Dr. Robert Morris, the eminent sur- 
geon, of New York City, an author of 
note, and among the hundreds of men 
I have hunted with, the man who could 
read more game signs than any other, 
told me that in the old days when he 
was a student in Cornell University, 
at Ithaca, and took to the woods every 
Friday afternoon during the open sea- 
son, camping and hunting ruffed grouse 
until Sunday night, that he dissected 
most of the birds he shot to determine 
just why he got them, and his conclu- 
sions were that practically all of the 
birds were brought down because their 
wings were broken or because they were 
hit in the head or neck. And rarely 
ever because they were killed by shot 
which hit the body and because 9s or 
10s were big enough to break wings 
and kill them when they hit the head 
or neck, and because there were so 
many more of the smaller shot in a 
load, he had a far better chance to hit 
the bird in the right place. 
He used the finer shot and if I re- 
member right, Dr. Morris preferred the 
10s. Some of your older readers may 
remember Dr. Morris’s stories of a gen- 
eration or more ago, when they ap- 
peared in the sportsmen’s publications, 
under the nom de plume of “Mark 
West.” 
For the biggest game I hunt with 
the scatter gun, the white tailed 
deer, buck shot have been found most 
effective and one does not worry about 
buck shot killing some man or beast a 
half mile away as will the ball from 
a modern rifle and such a keen and 
active sportsman as James H. Staples, 
many times winner of the Amateur 
Championship of South Carolina, tells 
me he and his friends use, what Jim 
calls “turkey shot,” on their annual deer 
hunt in South Carolina, and I believe 
2s are commonly called “turkey shot,” in 
the south land. So much for one’s 
chance to kill with much finer shot 
than one commonly uses. 
I believe the finer shot kill as clean. 
That’s reason No. 1 why I prefer them, 
and now comes reason No. 2, it is that 
I feel much safer in cover with the 
finer shot, feel the danger to the men 
and dogs accompanying me is far less, 
and one never knows when the man or 
dog will appear in the unexpected place 
just as one pulls the trigger. Once a 
Cornell student who is now a promi- 
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