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Excerpt from Wildfowling Tales: From the Great Ducking Resorts of the Continent Saturday was to be the day, but the fates were against me; for on Friday, Frat dropped off the train; the other three of our quartette who were wont to make Green head unhappy over his breakfast also came into town (oak Lake) in the old democrat, and when the four of them pulled out after the yearly reunion, it was in the direction that spelled disaster for the field - feeding mal lards. But it spelled disaster otherwise; for brotherly love is supposed to know no bounds, and now I was gun less; Frat had the custody of my game-getter - a su preme concession this, I maintain, for a shooter. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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October is the month that brings that period of the year that many consider shooter' heaven. For it ushers in those first sharp night frosts and crisp mornings when in the bright sunshine sharp tailed grouse cackle from the poplar tips; calls the trumpeting gray goose and yelling white wavy out of the north go stringing back and forth from lake to field over the faded yellow plain; draws greenhead's northerly legions on whiffling wings to the plainland lakes and marshes and to the fat living of the grain fields; and in short, brings a full month of paradise for the man who has blood in him that responds to such stimuli; the lover of a gun and an opportunity to use it out under the autumn sky.Wildfowling Tales is a wonderful collection of duck hunting stories told by sportsmen who were lucky enough to enjoy the sport during the Golden Age of Hunting.