Outing; Sport, Adventure, Travel, Fiction Volume 51

Outing; Sport, Adventure, Travel, Fiction Volume 51

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...after that, it was again take your choice--mallard, teal, widgeon, sprigtail, broadbill--any and everything. But it was when the sun dipped below the rim of the skyline that we had the best sport of all. As long as light still held, we staid there, no longer waiting for decoyed birds, but taking them as they streamed by overhead. It was pass shooting then--and shooting on a big scale. For over across the rise lay another big bend of the slough, and the moving birds, tempted by the pond hole, cut corners and passed out in hordes above the prairie. "Mark!" A flock of teal again came whirring out of the slough, corkscrewing down to water like a wisp of snipe. Whirrrrr-rr! and then the sharp crack of the 12-gauges, sometimes fruitful--more often scoring nil. The light grew dimmer. Whirr-rrr-rrr! A soft, purring murmur of cutting wings, and against the dusky blue of sky above, one saw that instant's vision of the shape flitting bullet-like on its way. They came fast and furious, after that. We climbed from the pit, and crouched there huddled in the open. One saw nothing of the birds approaching till close at hand. Whirr-rr-rr! Up there overhead--and bang! bang! Time and again, they were almost on us, until the slight movement of the lifting barrels warned. Then they climbed scratching fast, and the crack of one 12-gauge answered the other 12, pelting the shot after the whirling silhouette that scaled frantically. When the smokeless powder's spiteful tang had dinned echoless, we stood and listened, waiting for that soft thump! that told the tale; or, perhaps, the spattening kriss of shot striking home, bespoke a hit, and the thump! came later to confirm. There was one bird, too, I remember best of all. He was a plump drake, bustling...show more

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  • Paperback | 408 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 21mm | 726g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236769619
  • 9781236769619