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d BRUCE WEBER MOTORS LIMITED ‘PAGE FOUR PHEASANT SEASON THISI ment over last. Tar, my laâ€" EAR was a definite improveâ€" | brador retriever managed to 250 ERB STREET WEST 12853 KING STREET EAST AMerseFord SUNSHINE MOTORS LIMITED a great new idea tuned to Fequard Aéfton ~ FSHIN by Herb Smith YOUR FORD â€" MONARCH ASSOCIATER DEALER IN WATERLOO Is "Our Reputation Rides With The § KITCH ENER * WATERLOO THE WATEKLOO (Ontario) CHRONICLE Then, too, I had my old buddy of many fishing trips, King Whyte and Roy Bean, who had tramped these same covers ever since we started hunting pheasants in this part of the country. resist her biological urge long enough to get the season over with and not have me hunt alone. Its doubtful that she remembered being left at home last year, but she was ready and able to go when the opening day came. We started our hunting in Car We Sell} You the Norwich district. The sesâ€" ‘ take a look in on this district tion we chose abounded with "¢Xt year and if he does, a lot hunters, many of whom cou!diof, these smart Joes will be not be sportsmen even for a|Z°‘"% home early without eithâ€" day. These began hunting lorg | °* Pheasants or guns. before legal time and many ‘The first cornfield we tried shots were fired by seven a.m.| {2}}ed to produce much in the We realize that pinning the| Y4Y _ Of _ excitement. King actual shooting before and afâ€"| ‘naly put up a bird but it ter legal time, to an individual, ‘ W48 a long way out. We failed is mighty difficult. However, t* Collect. something should be done tof We hunted a lot of other curb hogs who cannot bear to Cover during the morning but give their fellow hunters an |just didn‘t seem to be able to even break,. I have a notion | be at the right place at the that possibly Herb Clark will|right time. Finally King did s | break the jinx. \/ 1N PHONE 3â€"1437, 3â€"1438 PHONE 4â€"4923 Thursday, November 3, 1955 Friday morning we met Herb Clark and genial pheaâ€" sant hunting Irv. Haines, clerk at Drumbo. These boys really know their pheasants and we headed into country that lookâ€" ed every bit as good as it later proved to be. Walking down to the swamp If the gun had been loaded I could have collected him. As it was, all I could do was stand there with the emply gun in my hand and bellow at King when I saw the bird headed his way. Even then the long tail crossed us up for he swung past King directly into the rays of the setting san. It was like shotting at a shadow. King received a phone call from Toronto the next day and instead of being able to stay and shoot with us on Friday, had to head back for the big city. gun. The pheasant meantime had not been idle. He headed out of there on the dead rua and finally took to his wings. What made me look down was probably one of those impulses most hunters have when they are reluctant to quit hunting. 6 There squattering beside my gun although on the other side of the fence, was a gorgeous‘y colored cock pheasant. Losing half the seat of my trousers, I slid off the fence and grabbed for the empty Finally we started back toâ€" wards the car for it was gettâ€" ing on towards quitting time. I reached the fence corner near the road while King was still ploughing through the corn. I stood there for five or ten minutes. Then I took the shells out of my gun and standing it against the post, swung my leg over the top strand of the fence. What made me look down was probably one of those The afternoon wore on but a couple of birds were the best we could do. Other guns were silent too and we were beginâ€" ning to get tired. The first cornfield we tried failed to produce much in the way â€" of â€" excitement. King finally put up a bird but it | was a long way out. We failed to collect. At the end of the gullay little spring started and its edges were lush with long grass and weeds. Here the labâ€" rador swung excitedly back and forth a couple of times and then started putting up hen pheasants, one after the other. When three or four of them had taken off, I suggestâ€" ed to King that there really should be a male bird with them. Before he had time to agree, a gorgeous cock cackâ€" led its led its way into the air. I flipped the new Winchester 21 to my shoulder and the big bird thudded into the ground. With an air of comâ€" plete satisfaction, Tar fished the bird out of the tangle of weeds and trotted back with it. ‘"‘Thats slapping them down," King applauded, Now lets go and get another to go with it." Along in the afternoon, we came to the end of a small gulley. We had hunted it beâ€" fore, but the way the birds were moving around, it was hard to tell if cover shou‘d be hunted or not. The safest way was to go over â€" every blade of grass big enough to conceal anything, particularly a pheasant. Roy had to return to town at noon, which left King and I to hunt alone. take a look in on this district next year and if he does, a lot of these smart Joes will be going home early without eithâ€" er pheasants or guns. (continued on page 5)