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The Migration of Hawks and 
Hawk Shooting 
(Continued from page 141) 
obliged to stop and load up, a process 
that consumed a minute or two, and 
while the operation was going on sev- 
eral hawks would always fly over; they 
usually came in pairs, so the second 
bird escaped as did many others. A 
single-shot “Champion” breech-loader 
soon followed the old muzzle-loader and 
with this I shot more hawks than with | 
any other gun I ever owned. I became 
so proficient with this that many times 
I was able to make doubles. I would 
hold my thumb on the top lever and 
when the trigger was pulled the gun 
usually flew open. I extracted the 
empty shell with my right hand and 
slipped in a fresh one which I had been 
holding in my left hand during the 
firing process, then get the second bird 
before he was beyond range. 
Nobody thought of going “hawking” 
without taking at least fifty or seventy- 
five shells, the more the better. I have 
stood beneath an old oak tree in Stov- 
er’s field down in Harpswell and by 
scarcely changing my position, have 
shot twenty-eight hawks between the 
hours of eight and twelve in the morn- 
ing; they always fly better at that time. 
More than once when a boy I have 
consulted with some old_ saltwater 
weather prophet:—‘“Say, Uncle Bill, 
how’s the wind going to be in the morn- 
ing?” Then Uncle Bill would bite off 
a whale of a big chew of “B. L.,” take 
a good long squint to west’ard, expecto- 
rate and reply: ‘Well, Frankie, I 
reckon she’s coming off here to the nor’- 
ward all feather-white.” That was 
enough for me; I would go home that 
night and load up an extra supply of 
shells, using plenty of No. 4 shot, then 
go to bed and dream of hawk shooting 
until daylight. 
The sport became so popular at one 
time that many of the city gunners 
planned their vacations for the “hawk- 
ing’ season” and the storekeepers al- 
ways figured on carrying an extra stock 
of shells at that period. 
It will identify you. 
I will try to portray a typical hawk- 
ing scene on a mid-September morning 
of twenty-five years ago: The sky is 
of a deep violet-blue with a bank of 
big white clouds hanging lazily in the 
north from which the wind is freshen- 
ing hourly. The air is cool, but not 
too cool, for summer is about to depart, 
yet still lingers as though reluctant to. 
go. In the distance lie Orr’s and Bail- 
ey’s Islands separated by a turquoise- 
tinted bay where the white-caps chase 
each other merrily but never quite catch 
up. A large field where a dozen or fif- 
teen men sprawl in various attitudes 
at a distance of one hundred yards 
apart. That “firing line’ contains men 
of many walks of life from the higher- 
paid lawyer and physician and college 
professor to the veriest farmer and fish- 
erman. In that body of men is repre- 
sented every type of gun from the old 
single-barreled muzzle-loading ‘“Queen’s 
Arm” to the fastest action automatic of 
the latest make. 
ARRIVE late, so take a position at 
the nearest end of the line. Greet- 
ings are exchanged with the man next 
to me and I sit down on the grass, rest- 
ing my Remington pump across my 
knees. Crossing the bay from Orr’s 
Island a pair of “chicken” hawks scale 
up over Stover’s woods which awakens 
interest at the upper end of the line. 
The first man is partly standing while 
the second gunner assumes a crouch. 
“What a beautiful chance for a double.” 
I murmur as the “chickens” flutter and 
scale over “number one man.” There 
is only one report which throws a hol- 
low “boom” as the heavy charge of 
black powder ignites. A cloud of smoke 
rolls across the field while one hawk 
folds up and comes down; the other 
keeps on and is doubled up by a charge 
of 4’s from the next man in line; the 
first man is ramming home a fresh 
charge. 
hawks with three sharp “cracks” of his 
automatic; there is no perceptible show 
of smoke; the modern “nitro” powder 
does not generate it to any extent. 
A 
“PICKED - WINGED” 
but Irwin sleeps peacefully on, he has 
been out late to a dance the night before 
at Hamilton’s Hall; let him sleep. 
A sparrow hawk tries to slip past 
“Ton” Douglas. Lon who moves only 
once in an hour or so, raises his old 
The second man stops three 
hawk 
swerves sharply from the woods; — 
there he goes right over Irwin Connors, © 
im 
- 
8-bore with painful slowness and blows — 
the hawk to atoms. 
Along in the middle of the line sit 
Jim Lubee and Al Bibber, the two most 
deadly men with a double gun that it 
has ever been my pleasure to meet; the 
ground in front of them is strewn with 
dead hawks; they are chewing “B. L.” 
and their accuracy with tobacco juice 
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