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* The day itself was anything but pleasant, WilNn Tal) POW _ h‘q'mmmdflfl‘mwmclwotmew.m mn.ihemmldcomeoutforamimgteornomdlm *y‘;lmtromthcshenerotmvehicle. ~o C i: ‘ â€" Grant Charlton and his labrador Taffy from Hespeler and Ken Randall, Bill Foss: and truly of Waterloo, plus my _ Iabrador: Sage, left here a twenty after seven. We had to s#op at Irvin Haines office in Drumbo as we had not picked up :ueense for Bill. Then up the road a piece to the ‘hke property own. } It was exactly two minutes|talked to were hunting the to eight as we got out of the corn exclusively and had no ear. At not more than ten minâ€" utes after eight, I slid the first cock pheasant into the game pocket of my _l_)_untiqg coat. '}'he season was officially opened. Because of the strong cold wind and the intermittent rain, we felt the longâ€"tailed birds were more apt to be near bush, high weeds and other shelter. Our thinking paid off as the day was to prove. We hunted enly one corn fietd and saw no birds. A number of those we Reâ€"introducing Pete & Eddie Registered Trade Mark PE Pipe Eddie: "This is for me!"" * . Pete: _ "Me too! A pretty girl‘s the same the D0 00gj ulc Sheila: USE PLAIN END VITRIFIED CLAY PIPE FITTINGS & COUPLINGS NATIONAL SEWER PIPE P.O. BOX 18 world over ! "Now boys, "Aye, Aye, skipper 3 BeHivaabiter Plain End Pipe from 4" to 24" last Saturday and @s:it turned LIMITED Larit 2e 5 We were just clambering throâ€" ugh a rather beat-\:; wire fenâ€" ce, when a big co pheasant exploded in front of him. He knocked it down in the bush and Taffy went in for the retâ€" rieve. No sooner had he reâ€" turned to where we were standâ€" ing than another big cock took off. He proved too wise for the abilities of Grant‘s scattergun and scaled down into the thickâ€" Grant was the next to score. .'.M"Mk with rain pourâ€" bocausce it‘s besk "1| est part of ns the Jhar BA ALi aee || Te fmes ow mnariter to pov Eies ts m Mithk §| se inss e C us s t o I whed" WHeparated As we in , the. 4 3 ruenes a Pn n nome oi aane iwn_un a hundred !‘é?}.‘.‘g; station wagon 1 noged wage acting as though e had a "nose full". A minute later I could see a big cock bird legâ€" ging it along the ground in front of her. It would have been a great opportunity if we had been after meat instead of Suddenly the pheasant found itself corned between Sage and the fence. There was a clatter of wings and the bird concéaled by heavy bush, sailâ€" ed at least a hundred yards beâ€" fore I saw him again. I dropped the gun over my arm, took two steps and Sage moved in and pushed another cock bird into the air. This one wasn‘t so lucky and I cut him _down in a cloud of feathers. _ Cover was so thick I had to squat to watch the dog as she made her cast and picked up the pheasant. Ordinarily she trots right back and deposits the bird in my hand. This time she took a ccovple of steps and then stopped. From where I was watching, she appeared to be looking at the ground. I called her, she took a couple of reluctant steps and then turned her head again to the same spot. The next time I whistled at her and she reâ€" {)uctantly trotted in with the ird. to where she had picked â€"up the last bird. I ordered her to hunt and then watched as she approached the spot. Finally she stopped just like a pointer, head tense, foot up and tail rigid. I walked over and lookâ€" ed down at where she was pointing. Directly under her nose squatted a hen pheasant. ‘Not more than two inches seâ€" parated the dog and bird, yet the bird seemed frozen to the spot. No wondEr the fox got so many of them. Calling her to heel, I walked over to the car and deposited my birds. Then I walked over (When you ext out, ohk for... J. swom S2np) a ToSrne! weRpenmrnt from Bill and Grant by a couple of hundred yards on our way back to the car,. The cover was 1 she had been working het'een‘ us and went back behind me. I knew way she was acting that , . something in her nose. . she stopped at one of the small bunches of ‘mu.t'ro all mrnmut:m wasn‘t enough, cover. to e a good &dnflg:&;m a big cock pheakant went: ‘séreeching out when she walked onto him. This one curled around beside me and when he reached a range where I would chop him up too much, I lowered him. At the most, I couldn‘t have been more than two feet away 14 KING ST. Sâ€" ED BERGMAN JEWELLERS LTD. by him, yet (he never moved: Driving glong looking for a piece of cover, we found a gulâ€" ley choked with goliden rod }tlmbohd.nd.hmto be all looks. Or. our way back, Ken and I worked up a small cleft in the hills also full of weeds and rgrass. Sage made Tu-e.â€":ii-":ed in â€"a !:w Aeet more â€" Euelt oggone cock bird of day, clamberâ€" ed into the air. Ken knocked him right back down as though :;& had been doing “m:u hi; e. Sage retrieved bir but ‘wnq‘fied ITII‘ Ken so he couldn‘t take‘it from her. I of course, ended.. up carrying it back to the car. Bill Foss took the last bird of the day and all of us climbâ€" ed gratefully into the: station wagon. Funny he# weary you (y* be after aâ€"successful hunt (Continued on Page 5) WATERLOO