Waterbury Democrat., 1902-11-24
SHOOTING WILD TURKEYS.
Tricks If the Hunter, by Which the Great Birds Are Lured Within
 Iiange of His Gum.

It was now August, and though the hunting season did not begin until the middle of September, Peety was out with his double barrel, just. the same, says W. R.4Leigh, writing in Golfers Weekly about shooting wild turkeys! Peety never had been fond of work, and since it had become perilous to make ',moonshine' he found it easier to live on turkey flesh at this season (when, as he said, the young ones were still very silly) than on bacon. While the woods were half dark at the break Of day, and long winding cloud of sil- very mist hung over the course of the Cacapon, the gobbler headed the flock for the pasture field. It extended from the top down the eastern slope of a ridge, and the suns first rays flooded its upper half with brilliant light.
 A kildees flew up noisily from the shoulder of the hill that sloped down toward the river, but the gobbler ob- served two pigs among the ragweeds there. which explained the circum- stance and put him at his ease; he was not so foolish as kildee. All became engaged i'll the pursuit of grasshop- pers, and none perceived stealthy form glide to the edge of a cliff on the opposite side of the Cacapon. It was Peety; he saw the turkeys, saw the pigs and his plan was made. Down the ridge by watercourse which kept him out of sight, across the river without even stopping to take off his shoes, he went, and to the fence surrounding the field. He did not climb over it, be- cause the elevation would have brought him in view of the flock, but on his hands and knees he crept through where rail was broken, and into the ragweed. The turkeys were above, just over the hill, but when they raised their heads they could see him; the pigs were between.
 The turkey gobbler every now and then looked up and surveyed the pigs, but. not having much of a head for numbers, it never struck him there were three pigs now where but two had been. He did notice that one ap- preached gradually, but then it was only pig; what did it matter? Sud- denly up leaped Peety, as if out of the ground, and rushed toward them.. There was a moment of indecision, a fatal moment, when all the turkeys ran together as though to take coun- sel of each other, and their upstretched heads for an instant formed group. It was the instant Peety was waiting for. A flash and roar, and two tur- keys rolled on their backs, another, and third turkey dropped. Peety stopped to reload; the flock took to their wings, but before they were out of range two more shots rang out and another turkey fell.
 Peety's impersonat of pig was a role which suited him. Not satisfied with four turkeys, he followed to the part of the woods where he judged the most of the fugitives had gone, and lay downIfat on his stomach between a huge log and an old stump.
 Now the stiffness of the young tur- keys showed itself, just as Peety knew it would A half hour had not elapsed before one of them, after looking about from his hiding place and see- ing and hearing nothing, gave one call and received a low, discreet answer. He waited and listened awhile, and called again, little louder, and again that low, encouraging answer. It sounded just like his mother; he was sure it was she, and he stood up this time calling twice. Another silly little turkey not far off called too, and this emboldened the first, and when he heard the low answer again he ran to- ward 1t. But 1t was only Peety with his wingbone caller, and as the turkey approached a shot laid him low So it went on; at noon Peety staggered home under the weight of eight tur- keys, well knowing that he could get his dinner and return by the time the terrified birds would venture to call again.
 Fully Gauipped.
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