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By 
WILLIAM A. 
BRUETTE 

The theoretical side of the subject has been 
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the master eye, defects in vision and other 
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way that will enable either the expert or the 
amateur to determine if he is shooting with 
a gun that fits him and how to decide upon 
one that does. The secrets of success in 
trap shooting as well as the peculiarities in 
flight of the quail, the jacksnipe, the wood- 
cock, the ruffed grouse and the duck family 
are illustrated by drawings and described in 
a way that will facilitate the amateur in 
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rash statement that ducks are not 
really called, that any slight sound at- 
tracts their attention, they look toward 
the source of the sound, see the decoys 
and just sail right in, etc. This state- 
ment started a hot argument, so Jules 
was requested to give some of his ex- 
perience that would tend to prove 
whether ducks respond to the call or to 
the decoys. Here is an experience that 
Jules stated would prove that ducks 
could be called. 
“Et was down near New Orlean. On 
long narrow lake, not vaire wide. I 
’ave put out dose deecoy an’ I t’ink me 
I ’ave some fun today. Well, dere was 
lots of duck, but dey don’ wan’ to fly 
today in beeg flock. Only come maybee 
wan, maybee two, sometime t’ree all 
alone, but I call dem to me an’ I ’ave 
good fun. Here come wan an’ I eall 
like dese an’ like dese (gives several 
quacks) an’ she come right over an’ 
Bang! I slap heem right in de face. 
Den come along two ’nudder wan an’ 
I call dem (quack, quack) an’ I get 
dem too. An’ vaire soon t’ree ’nudders 
wan come along an’ I call dem too, but 
I get only wan. An’ so she go all day 
ontil ’bout noon. An’ dere es wan fine 
beeg greenhead mallard drake come 
along out in middle of dat lake. An’ 
jus’ w’en I am to call, w’at you t’ink? 
UT from me on de ’nudders side of 
dat lake I see beeg bunch of dee- 
An’ from dose deecoy come a 
beautiful (quack, quack). An’ dat beeg 
greenhead start to go from me. I get 
excite’, but I call vaire nice (quack, 
ouack) an’ dat beeg ducks come to me 
again. An’ jus’ w’en he es vaire close 
come again dat (quack, quack) from 
de ’nudders side an’ dat duck go again 
from me. But she don’ go vaire far. 
She stay out in middle of de lake an’ 
fly away off to de ’nudders end. Den 
she turn ’round an’ comes back. Right 
away I know w’at es ’appen. Dat es 
cousin Joe with dose deecoy. Now, 
wen I call, et es jus’ like real duck, 
only more so. An’ w’en Joe call et es 
almos’ as good. An’ I make up my min’ 
dat I mus’ ’ave dose greenhead mallard. 
“Well, -w’en dat ducks come back an’ 
es almos’ between, I call and dat duck 
start to me, den Joe call, an’ dat ducks 
go from me.. Den I call again an’ dat 
duck come to me again. Den Joe call 
an’ dat ducks go from me. Den I get 
made me, an’ I call all de time, don’ 
stop at all. An’ I guess Joe get mad 
too. I can hear heem call all de time. 
We both call togedder an’ nobody will 
stop.” 
coy. 
LL during this tale, Sam was stand- 
ing in the doorway wide eyed and 
with a broad smile on his face. He was 
heart and soul in the great conflict to 
New York, N. Y.| See who would win the duck. 
It will identify you. 
“Dat poor duck, he don’ know w’at 
to do. He jus’ seem to stop in de air. 
I am calling an’ Joe es calling. Dat 
ducks seems to be in great pain. Couple 
feadders drop out. Den some more 
feadders drop out an’ float down to de 
water. Den dat ducks she jus’ split in 
de middle an’ wan half go over to Joe 
an’ wan half come to me. What you 
tink of dat?” 
Whereupon everyone yelled, “NOT so 
b-a-a-a-d.” 
Everyone yelled except Sam. With his 
mouth open he was still looking at 
Jules, apparently unable to fathom the 
unusual climax. When the laughter 
around the room helped to bring him 
out of his spell, a look of consternation 
came over his countenance, and with a 
disgusted, “Fo’ Gawd’s sake,” the dusky 
head withdrew from the doorway. 
The Stranger 
(Continued from page 5) 
was coming short and labored from 
his heaving flank. Then he began 
to corkscrew his way up _ into 
hills and cliffs. Then fell a hush, save 
now and then a whimper from some 
discouraged hound or a low howl that 
made us all sad. “Well,” said one, “I 
guess the ‘old beater’ has about got 
tired of the fun and is getting ready 
to turn out the lights and ring down 
the eurtain.” “Yes,” replied another, 
“that’s where they always lose him; we 
may as well blow out and quit; but we 
have had a fine run all the same,” and 
he had raised his horn to his lips to 
blow when, like the peal of a trumpet, 
“the Stranger’s” splendid voice came 
rolling down the hillside in full ery and 
hot pursuit, followed in a few minutes 
by all the rest of the pack, and a little 
later the tired fox, with drooping tail 
and hot and rapid hah-hah-hah, bounded 
across the road through a break of 
brush, with the hounds running free 
and fast not 50 feet in the rear. He 
ducked and dodged and doubled through 
the thickest of the thickets he could 
find, but the eager hounds swarmed 
through en masse, and right onto him, 
and he had not a moment in which to 
recover his wind. Then he made a bold 
dash for the cliffs again; but the woods 
were open, the running free, and “the 
Stranger” was too warm for him, and 
presently we heard him squall, then a 
confusion of squalls and growls, and 
when we rode up to the spot the “old 
beater,” the wizard of the woods, lay 
lifeless among his enemies, and that’s 
the end of the narrative. 
However, it might not be out of place 
to tell the secret of the “old beater’s” 
former successes in evading the dogs 
whenever he got ready to quit the race. 
It was dead easy, and the old scamp had 
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