The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1908-11-28
IMITATION Of DUCKS
HUNTERS DOWNFALL
Blazes Away at Flock of
Decoys on the Calu-
met River.
HIS AIM WAS VERY GOOD
Frank Sutphens of Gary, Crack Min
rod of Town, Is Very Busy
Explaining.

One of the best stories that has been
heard about Gary for the last few days
was learned at the local police station
when Frank Sutphens who is reputed
to be one of Gary's crack shots. wand
cred into the station last evening with
his gun over his shoulder.
Sutphens was weary and footsore FOR
he had been on duck hunt and the
many weary miles that he had covered
that day would have done proud a man
much less in size than his proportions
The scene of the little tragedy was
enacted near Miller Station yesterday
afternoon, on the banks of the Calumet
river. Sutphens had trudged the sfft-
ing sands all morning, but nary the
shining feathers of a mallard came
across his vision. Sutphens was grow
ing desperate. To go back to Gary
empty-handed would be a breach of
hunters etiquette that he had never
been subjected to before. Even the
| sparrows and snowbirds as they fitted
from bush to bush laughed and chirped
at the noted nimrod as he passed by.
Comes Across Flock.
| Suddenly and without warning, SUIT
phens heard the squaking of a mallard.
Sinking to his knees he crawled to the
waters edge and there before his very
eyes he saw a flock of seven mallards
feeding near the banks a few hundred
yards down the river. My kingdom
for a mallard." said Sutphens, az his
jaws closed together and the taste OF
the dainty morsel in his mouth sent a
delicious feeling through his frame that
set his heart throbbing.
] Sutphens cast another loving glance
nv
still there Their squaking increased
and with firm resolve Sutphens went
down on his knee and started to craw
through the tall dry grass Falling
into mushrat holes and being pierced
by a thousand sandburs was nothins
to the determined hunter The journey
was a long and tiresome one and as
the huge frame of Sutphens wrigglet
through the grass, he looked like al
ominous looking monster. More thar
half the distance was covered wher
Sutphens was compelled to rest 4
peep at the waters edge revealed tn
fact that the ducks were still there. TIL,
rest of the journey was made withou
event and now everything was il
readiness for the fatal shot which wa
either to fill the family larder, or ne
|
the balance of the week.
His Aim Was Good.
} Sutphens looked his gun over care
; fully and raised it to his shoulder H
! took long aim, but the barrel shoe,
like a dead limb moved by the curren
| in the river. It'll take no chances.
said Sutphens. as he steadied his gu
on a decayed stump Bang went tn
, gun and over went the PROSTATE forr
of the hunter. Clearing the sand an
: smoke from his eyes Sutphens locke
,. out on the river The mallards wer
still there, but, oh, my, in such a de
lapidated condition. The bullet riddle
deeoys bobbed up and down upon tn
waters of the river as stern vote
Y called out from a distance
: Who in h has shot at my decoy.
e -
e This is no place for me-" said Sui
e phens. and the last that was seen {
the crack shot was streak of hyin
sand as he tore down the river ban
q and disappeared into a clump of under
c brush.