The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

handlknowduloutm ”who will be mitrhttrhtt- " via their Christmas gift . . . young Jim Andomn and you: may. 'thn the " do, can“ in on the 25th, young Jim win‘ pom his very that shotgun, . band new Remington pun. n. is one boy who will have "netly the gift be wanted moot We wonder how may um naked for n can nnd got in its plnce a pair of pants or something of like nntun. it You Gow, there is some- thing very wonderful nbout a bor getting his first gun. We on still remember ours end the mountains of game we kiIUd in buy. There we: much more hunting done with- in the confines of our bedroom than there over van in the fieid. It: a good thing too, that In killed the amount of game there rather than in the fteld. There wouldn't have been any left for the present generation if it had been the real thing. Young Jim will get a big kick out of his new gun. It will no doubt be cleaned until the bluing wears thin. It won't be the Inst gun he owns, 'nor will it likely be the most expensive, but It will be the FIRST, the one ghn he will always re- member above all others. - m ere we getting? Well; we found out strictly by ec- cident, but we no through shivering in thou cold duck blinds. You see, after Christ- an is one, we will be the you! owner of a beautiful new own fined hinting coat . . . a present from the lady who has put up with us for :11 these years. monu'rnAvuuu-ly JUST AS CHRIS'I‘IIAS has a Mt of “coking up on you, so has the hunting meson a habit of snaking out. For the past two years we have mon- nged to end the season in a blue of glory. or duck shoot- tne or whatever you wont to can It. This year it looked grim. Luther Marsh ms frozen end the ducks weren't flying there anyway. Our own Intre ms coated with ice and the ducks were not using any of the Hvem we knew. Then suddenly the birds started using the creek flowing out of our lake. This was swell, for while you had to get your birds in a hurry, if at all. it meant there was no waiting mud in blinds while your Mood turned to lee water. Budmhot, my small son and you! truly had managed to do all right Almost every time we went to the lake, we picked up a few big blacks " mallards. Last Saturday was the end sumo: STATION not In; a. a. Int-1.. a... an. no: via-M new!" In Wgurloo With AL. WIGOOD 1/" (ilf,fi,1li,) y Weft, the big block. The bird of by ne- coune nose, mocking indig- au-ough neatly. and well out of range. I due]: t that lied been all. it Christ- would have been bad enough. be the But when the. one due! left tul new from the creek, blah and " . . . menu-d started getting up nil) a, who through the bullruehen where for Gl they had been sitting, out of t sight. Finally the big flock got A: htus together end dianppeared in on you, the fog. I culled the dog back, euson . gave her n crack on their For the for her stupidity and nude her re mnn- sit down. Buckshot came up m in a and We stood there in the rain, k shoot- vainly trying to Ice through went to the fog in hopes the ducks ed grim. might come back. ' at tho duck - It w my- thing but I in! that would in- arriri-umurtotrinkh.t night at a little shooting if uuiduuttreehaneenndqo out in the fog and rain. But . . . we went. We at in the station “(on for: while until the min eased " e little and then sneaked up the creek to where it flow- ed out " the lake. I we: prepued to be dis- appointed . . . bat when l raised up out of the merry bushes for a look, there was 1 fat old black duck enacting on . clod of mud. I whispered to Buckshot to any where he was and started to sunk up to within gun range. _ Badly had I taken a step, when warned by some sixth sense, the old buck weddled off the elod of mud and started swimming up the creek. That we: all right, but then she began mucking in a loud voice to be heard where most of her kind ere putting in the winter. Tn, my hbndor, In: heel-l ing in her best style. At the first quack she acted as though she had been hit by 3 dance of oleetrieitr. I motioned sternly for her to my back. At the mom! quack, she left my heels " though shot out of a gun and tried to run down Then just an we had given up expecting them, the floek burst out of the overhang. They circled three or four times, but not in range. We squntted amoung the teaberry bushes end tried to look like nature had planted as there. Even the dog In: motionless. We'were about reudy to get up from our strained position when the flock appeared unit: They looked to be heading for us and low enough for a shot. Peering through the ten berries made everything a little cockeyed snd I stood up to shoot, too soon. The ducks flared away as thourrh pulled on s string. N" -. I, =hot was a clean miss. Thc nrct two tag- ged two birds, but they set their wings and headed for the for side of the frozen lake We watched them go down. It was a long hard hike around to the other tide of the lake. It was mining eats, dogs and Pitchfork, Temptation beckoned us towards warm dry, station wtgon. As we started around the lake, I looked at the and! bog, rain running " Na cap, his pants already soaked from the wet grass. _ "ui"hiitirrot, can mks It at: the way around the hi0 pd back again?” I naked. _' Ho grinned through .0 min . . . ."If you all. I can he said. Just 1 we rounded .0 M of the Isle, m ble eye! “(lab-lint“ III "W (M dtgIgltemttNal, but m in an an loll. VII an. 2n',rttuvvreAttl , hovobo- atihndbg I.- era,, - i told Bub locks to NIH-II a: atataag-tionodtuiabeo- trarenta. that M! iq ia into the cons. Phuunu Childrens Chm-II Party. Bo My uplodod in all direc- In um to have the kiddie- on lion: When three had you ll. earl, in ordtthat Ptr nigh! “Watch Us." I told Bub M u 1 -tionod tho Ishtar it: into the cons. Pheasant.- lihully uplodod in all direc- tion, Where three had you tn. the log - shout thirty out. It m quit. u shot. To a. not having had the cm to do any pkg-ant shooting thin you. the mumm- to break the gun. lam for the first time, w“ putty terrific. _ Going on, we finally spotted the little pack of open wnter I knew would be there. A spring keep. it open All winter. I know, Inst winter I found " the hand way by going through the snow into I couple of feet of water. There elso were our ducks . . . but how to get. within gun renge? Finelly, I made e run ecroee the open ground end wee lucky enough to knock down the one able to nr. As I shot, I we! conscioue of e tremendous flurry of wings be- tween In and the ducks end I big goose Nested himself into tGkir.rthrewthe twore- meining shots in the eutonetic end he ceme down herd on the ice . . . but not dead. By this time he was I long In! out. The ice In: too thin to walk on and even the doe in: break- ing though. Molding my over his head, I mused to mchor the big bird until the hbndor could catch up. - Finding out the hard wny that the goose was still oop- cble of defending himself, the dog circled around until he no able to get n hold from the not. She had quite 1 job working herself end the goose through n both wire fence. but finally ploeed the big bird in my hand. lake. was, nothing. The rain poured~huder thin lever, but new" the 19me nor r felt. 3 thing. But in the. station man, we "thrrqdfo' our wet cloth; and the hub. " on and went to work on on iiiii" @1634 “mire an... lunch. WATERLOO 300 All) GUN CLUB NEWS Well the " annual Christ- mas Party u. over for another year and I think it only fitting that Ted Neil and his com- mittee and Walter Behling and his committee be given a great big vote of thank. for the wonderful job they did in connection with the party and the fishing ‘contest. Prom all reports reselling thin corres- pondent, everyone had 1 load time and that after all in what we " like to see st tho Christ- mas Putty. Bo once min we any thunk: fellow: for . job Tail but mud the "iikiire. wi laid out " the. of, up 1oyld I "uiiiiiiiiirziio PONTIAC - BUICK - one DEALER tntrrtXltNk Boom AT CHARLES KITCHENS! you?“ Huron nagging"; 3-3;“; Erin Vat in Club How '0 would lihe to no tho tint children'|_ party i" ud new. nnd wit Bauhaus. we tasowitwi be a mal we... - - Tho villus: of the door prim. and spot dome prison at the Christina potty in Poten- berg will be nuanced in next week’l loin. of the Chronicle. Winner: of the 1956 Mod and Gun Fish Derby are as follows: "LiGriLrthii' w. Pickml won by Emil Brauniee, Hui: ”wmu,mm1ukotuvum ne-ur-.,--,--""". 2lalllll0l)i0 FURS 137 King St. E. Kitchener SH 5-4520 Open Every Night Till Christmas and wish. .1". _ v. by IMHO 'men. m Grit a Trophy. 8rd pin. 14* lb. 1AM “from '0. by [nil Baum uh prise C II. "tall Heath 3.. won by I. G. Behtir- Waterloo new Yrorto Sth grit... " him M won by Bu Miller, w. prize, tyte lb. Pickorel. - by Mm. J. unlock 1th prize 10% lb. Pike. V. " Urrr Cobain. . In closing this week's new we would lie u take this - portunity to wish a member! of the Waterloo Rod and Gen Club, and their funnies .3. friends . Very Merry eff an”: iG" i667 Chrtab. and n m N" Yen. I THE PERFECT L am