FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Nov. 30, 1907. 


First, Last and Always 
The record made at Columbia, S. G, on November fret again 
broken at Leesburg, Florida, on November twenty-first, 
The World’s Record for squad shooting now stands: 
496 out of 500 
980 out of 1000 
SHOOTING AT 100 TARGETS EACH. 
Jno. R. Taylor scored 100 
W. R. Crosby 100 
L. R. Barkley “ 99 
J. M. Hawkins ¥ 99 
Fred Gilbert a 98 
99.2 per cent for Squad. 
SHOOTING AT 200 TARGETS EACH. 
Jno. R. Taylor scored 
W. R. Crosby . 
Fred Gilbert . 
198 
198 
196 
J. M. Hawkins i 195 
L. R. Barkley : 193 
98 per cent. for Squad. 
CONSECUTIVE BREAKS, 
Jno. R. Taylor scored 158 
W. R. Crosby f: 125 
J. M. Hawkins III 
L. R. Barkley z. 105 
Fred Gilbert o 84 
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one of the flies, which, we devoutly hoped wou 
soon make their appearance on the water, fro) 
its early stages when it disported itself thre 
feet or more under the river ballast, through tl 
time of its sojourn among the weeds, when 
became an excuse for the unsportsmanlike imité 
tions of the wet-fly angler (this period he passe 
over somewhat rapidly, and on through its vai 
ious developments, till finally it deposited its egg 
in the entomologist’s formalin. My objection t} 
the butterfly net and battery of bottles, whic} 
formed part of his outfit, were waved aside. H]} 
assured me that they were unnecessary, and tha} 
for ordinary purposes any fly could be caugh} 
in one’s hand or hat. “You will find,’ he re 
marked as we parted, “that a fly in the hand, i 
examined leisurely, is worth two on the cast.’| 
My first assault was directed against the cow! 
dung fly. This, I realize, was a mistake. Thx 
nature of its abode necessitates a pilgrimage tc 
the river bank for purposes of purification imme: 
diately after each attack, which is detrimental tc 
successful angling. A second fly, which I chasec 
for a considerable distance across the field, proved 
on the very verge of capture to be a wasp, a 
circumstance which caused some unpleasantness 
with other members of its family, who seemed 
to resent my entomological researches. I re- 
treated, therefore, to the other bank of the stream 
and began to fish, putting up a jenny spinner 
by way of experiment. The fish, however, would 
have none of it, so after repeated attempts I 
leaned my rod against the railing while I en- 
deavored to catch one of the numerous spinners 
Swarming round my head. In this I was for 
some minutes unsuccessful, until noticing one 
slightly apart from the rest and within easy 
reach, I grasped it firmly in my hand, congratu- 
lating myself on at last achieving my object. A 
sharp pain apprised me of the fact that some- 
thing was wrong, and on examination I dis- 
covered that the fly I had so energetically grasped 
was my own jenny spinner, which the breeze had 
been blowing about at the end of my cast. 
I had ample leisure to examine the fly in my 
hand while extracting that barbed hook, but I am 
inclined all the same to doubt his application of 
the old proverb, At supper one evening, as my 
friend was recounting the beauties of the numer- | 
ous diptera which he had added to his collec- 
tion, I am afraid I failed to meet his instructive 
dissertation with the same enthusiasm I had 
shown earlier in the evening, 
SNIPE SHOOTING IN CEYLON. 
Tuoucu the large game of Ceylon have great- 
ly decreased in numbers, the island is still quite 
a paradise for the snipe shooter. The climate 
is certainly trying, and a day after snipe in the 
damp, hot-house heat of the low country is the 
very hardest of work. The nearest approach to 
these conditions that one meets with in Upper 
India is when shooting a jheel early in Septem- 
ber, for then the sun has lost little. if any of its 
hot-weather power, and the whole earth is 
steaming from the effects of the recent mon- 
soon. Later, when the Indian cold weather has 
set in, snipe are shot under quite pleasant con- 
ditions. This is never the case in the Island 
Colony, where there is no cold weather, and the 
shooter’s eyes are always blurred with perspira- 
tion and his body tingling with prickly heat. I 
spent three months in Ceylon in 1900, and for 
- most of that time was at Trincomali, whence I 
made two ten-day trips to Lake Kantalai, says 
Fleur de Lys in The Asian. There J put up in 
the dilapidated old rest-bungalow, the same one 
in which Sir Samuel Baker, in “The Rifle and 
Hound in Ceylon,” mentions his brother hav- 
ing had a narrow escape from a snake. This 
snake incident was forcibly brought back to my 
memory by an unpleasant adventure which I 
met with myself on the snipe ground below the 
lake, 
The weather being very hot and steamy, I 
was foolishly shooting in loose cotton shorts, 
not reaching to the knee, while I wore socks 
and tennis shoes, so that my legs were bare. 
I had two snipe down in a patch of very green 
grass about a foot and a half high, so walked in 
to look for the birds, parting the grass with my 
gun barrels in the search. While thus engaged 

