The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1918-02-01
SHOOTS RICE AT GEESE.


d The following items, the first from
San Francisco Chronicle and the 9th
err from the San Rafail (Cali.) Journ-
al give an interesting goose hunting
experience of a former Grenadian.
The Sentinel is indebtedness to Mr..
B. F. Thomas, Jr., for the items:
"San Rafael, Jan. 8.-Walter H.
Latimer, local manager for the Pa
cific Telephone and Telegraph Com
pany, halls from the State of Missis-
sippi, where he has a reputation ais
a mighty hunter of bear, panther and
other big game. He maintains an
arsenal of small arms.
After laying a wager that he could
bag more geese in a. day than Dis
trict Attorney Edward I. Butler and
Robert Johnson, merchant, combin-
ed, Latiner led the way to the rice
fields of Lolusa, where the big hunt
was to be staged.
The next morning they sailed forth
to a nearby rice field. Once in their
"blinds," the trio found shooting en-
ecllent. L.atimcr commenced blazing
away, but much to his establishment
and more to the merriment of his
companions, noontime found him
without a single bird to his credit.
The big automobile in which the
trip was made he'd carried the trio
many miles away from the geese-in-
Tested rice fields when the crestfall-
en- Latimer suddenly bethought him
self to examine his ammunition. With
his pocketknife he opened one of the
specially loaded shells. Where the
lead pellets should have been he found
{ te%aspoonful of rice"
This day last week, Latimer, tot
ing 4 gun, accompanied some friends
to a noted duck preserve. The pre-
serve was noted, but not for it's
ducks. However, there we're a few.
Latimer shot, and fired, and plugged,
and banged. The ducks quacked in
derision. Latimer said emphatic
things about his gun, his ammunition,
the sun in his eyes and 1.-The smallest
ducks l ever saw
In his wrath he kicked %viciously
at a tuft of tules and out few a mon
ster goose. Raising his gun, Latimer
fired-and missed. The goose then
made the mistake of his life. He
veered back and quacked in Lati-
mer's ear. Wild with fury, Latimer
reversed his gun and struck savagely
at his tormentor. Results, the goose
fell with an injured wing.
Then began a historic chase. Lati-
mer advanced with hands outstretch-
ed and eager. He seized, but the
goose vas gone. Advancing again,
he essayed to fall upon the elusive
fowl. He fell, but the goose wasn't
there. Where it had been was an
abundance of water, wet, cold and
muddy.
The chase was on again. 1t be-
came a mad scramble over and
through sloughs of despond. Discol-
ored but not disheartened, he re-
doubled his speed. Time and again,
with the goose, representing VICTORY,
almost within his grasp, Latimer
splashed through the morass to his
knees.
Neither Latimer nor the goose
could last forever, and it all came to
an end when the goose stepped into
a bog hole and was unable to with
draw it's left leg from the sticky mud.
"Victory!" shouted Latimer, wav-
ing the vanguished on high. His
companions, left two miles in the rear
in the excitement of the chase, could
not hear, but they could see, and they
checred the plucky hunter who had
given them a demonstration of the
| gooose-step, with the difference in
| this case that it spelled victory"