Outing . bator down under the water. We remained there until about fourp. m., and during that time our skill wastested by ducks flying at from five toninety miles an hour, and at every pos-sible angle. Sometimes they woulddrop in gently as though afraid of mak-ing too much fuss. Then, perhaps, abluebill coming down the shore of theisland like the wind would pass withinten feet of us. Anon a small flock wouldcircle around outside of the decoys asthough undecided what to do. Occa-sionally a large flock of perhaps a hun-dred ringnecks would come chargingdown the river like a troop of cavalry,the
Outing . bator down under the water. We remained there until about fourp. m., and during that time our skill wastested by ducks flying at from five toninety miles an hour, and at every pos-sible angle. Sometimes they woulddrop in gently as though afraid of mak-ing too much fuss. Then, perhaps, abluebill coming down the shore of theisland like the wind would pass withinten feet of us. Anon a small flock wouldcircle around outside of the decoys asthough undecided what to do. Occa-sionally a large flock of perhaps a hun-dred ringnecks would come chargingdown the river like a troop of cavalry,the multitude of swiftly moving wingsgiving forth a soft, rustling sound thatis always music to the sportsmans ear. Some of these flocks, upon catchingsight of their mock relatives, wouldswerve, and in a moment, with a rushand a whirl, they would be hoveringover the decoys. Then the guns belchedforth, and away the survivors went,perhaps to be caught in a similar trap afew miles farther on their journey Painted for Outing by J. L. Weston. JUMPING DUCKS.
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