. Wild fowl shooting. Containing scientific and practical descriptions of wild fowl: their resorts, habits, flights and the most successful method of hunting them . ddont want the hay wet on the start. Look off to theeast. See ! day is breaking, and the flight will soonbegin. Mark ! right before you. You take the head oneand I will take the other. Well! well! That wassimply slaughter; too easy, wasnt it ? They neverknew what struck them. A pair of pin-tails. How doI know so in the twilight ? Now thats a nice questionto ask an experienced duck-hunter. Why, my dearfriend, I know a duck by its fl
. Wild fowl shooting. Containing scientific and practical descriptions of wild fowl: their resorts, habits, flights and the most successful method of hunting them . ddont want the hay wet on the start. Look off to theeast. See ! day is breaking, and the flight will soonbegin. Mark ! right before you. You take the head oneand I will take the other. Well! well! That wassimply slaughter; too easy, wasnt it ? They neverknew what struck them. A pair of pin-tails. How doI know so in the twilight ? Now thats a nice questionto ask an experienced duck-hunter. Why, my dearfriend, I know a duck by its flight, its shape, its speed,its circling, its pitching,—^know them at a distance, thesame as you know a man a great way off by somepeculiarity in his gait. See ! The sun is rising ! Verysoon his round, red face will stare in wonderment atus. Hear the wind, how gently it sighs through therice stalks. And there, ahead of us, see on the waterthe reflection from the sky. Isnt it beautiful I Thewater resting so placidly while the deep red, the orange,the greenish tinge, as it joins the pale yellow, gives tothe water a marbleized appearance, polished to the high-. IN THE MARSH. 129 est degree. Away down in front of us, watch that bigflock of mallards ; they circle and sail, undecided whereto aliefht. It does seem that—whew ! That was a closecall. He didnt miss my head two feet, and he wasgoing fully a hundred and fifty miles an hour. If hehad struck me, you would have had a green-wingedteal, and I would have been laid up for repairs. It hasalways seemed strange to me that more hunters dontget hit with low flying ducks, when the light is once knew of a friend being knocked senseless by afalling duck, and one time in Western Iowa I had anarrow escape myself. But the worse scare I ever hadwas when shooting geese in Dakota. A twelve pound-er just missed my head. Hello ! Just look at themdown there ; by Willow Island. Some hunter hasrouted them out. Keep quiet, there they come. D
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