Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-04
CATCHING A GROUSE.
Pursued II Five Miles and Then Caught
II by Hand.

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II by Hand.
"That 1t is possible for a man and
q well-trained bird dog to capture a
partridge or ruffed grouse unassisted
BY the use Of q gum" writes A. T.
Wells, "was proved one day last fall
by ]. P. Penoyer and Brownlee Robin
SON of New Haven. Whether or not
the feat is possible or impossible has
been much disputed and much ar
gued question among the sportsmen
and wing shots who frequent Bassett's
gun store on Church street. Here Is
what Mr.. Penoyer tells:
He and Brownie Robinson went
shooting, as they always do, on Octo-
Der 1. Their success was Indifferent,
but Bob walked into Bassett's that
evening, and withdrawing from the
pocket Of his shooting coat a beautiful
specimen of an old cock partridge
placed 1t on the counter and remark
ed:
""Them partridge be a hardy bird
and no mistake. Brownie caught that
one In his hands, but he's home In bed
now getting rested, and Idoubt If he'll
be able to take another tramp before
Oct. 1. 1907
1.-The crowd sat UP and began to
take notice, and Bob continued:
Brownie and I went over In the
Turkey Hill section, out Orange way
this morning. It was hot and the
leaves were too thick for shooting;
STILL we got down five woodcockers and
a couple Of partridge. About o'clock
we was settin' on a rail fence that
bounds Johnnie Merwin's big pasture.
Brownie says, Bob, let's cut across
and get the machine and home for u.s.
"'All right says I, home 1t is, but
I'd like to know where that last bird
dropped; I marked her down about
here
Just ahead of us, running kitty
corner across the pasture. was an old
stone wall and nothing beyond for a
quarter of q mile. We started along,
with the dogs trailing around just as
they do in open lots. UP near the
stone wall Mack made game and
Brownies dog came around, backing
him on as stiff and as pretty a point
as you ever put your peeps on.
FLOCK Of quail said Brownie, as
we stood looking at the dogs; what
picture they would make'
I'VE moved up a little agreeing not
to shoot quail, because they were
scarce, having winter-killed for three
o. four seasons. Coming up with the
dogs, both standing stanch, Brownie
says, I guess rabbit in the WALL and
he stepped forward. at the same time
calling to his dog, when buz-z, whir-
r-r-up jumps an old partridge ana
sails away across the pasture just as
open as though flying from the nag
pole in the green toward Tnomas
Trowbridge's house on Elm street. l
brought my gun up and let the oird
go what I thought just easy shooting
distance. I pulled the trigger, the gun
went, nothing dropped. 1 pulled the
other barrel, 1t went, nothing dropped,
not even a feather fioated off in the
air-but that old partridge was still a
heading for a clump Of white bircnes
half a mile away, going like a cannon
ball I watched her, expecting every
minute to- see her drop. She didn't,
but finally set her wings and disap-
peared in the birches. I couldn't even
swear.
Brownie looked at me one Of those
funny looks he has, and I said, Why
didn't you shoot?'
"'Shoot!' says he; suffering hay
rakes! didn't come out here to shoot
at a mark
THAT madded me, and I just In
formed the Hon. ]. B. R. that I'd have
that bird If I had to stay on Turkey
Hill till Christmas. Calling the dogs,
[ started for the birches. Brownie fol-
lowed along, chatting me every step
until we reached the birches. The dogs
circled two or three times, and Pet
was making game when Mack (the old
fooD flushed the bird. We watched
her going through the tops of some
chestnuts out Of gunshot. After I had
whaled Mack and let out some mad,
We pushed on, Brownie having marked