Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-08-17
Duck Hunting With Tom Marshall
Amid Mosquitoes and Corn-Juice

remain the first night with Boniface
Martin, in preference to returning TO
our boat, which was about a half
mile distant. The following morning
while the boys were enjoying their
pro- o-breakfast ablution, Abe came out
all and seep aat he ngR nght s9T seaTd da
diately piped up. Not wing. the bed
bugs Were too Industrious" The old
man looked around, took a spit at a
tin cup, raised his voice tone higher,
permitted his beard to assume the as
bad"
The old gent advised me that he was
considered one of the best game get
ters. on the island, yesterday he killed
and flew away. When asked about
the bass fishing around the island.
said. 1T was mighty good at times.
but too DANCED many bass went over
the top of his net to suit him" We
at once unanimously voted him a
child of the open. who had been
raised to respect sportsmen's ethics
and succled at the breast of Dame
Nature. Martins two guests gladly
walked back to our boat the follow
ing evening; they Were then loud in
their praises of our sleeping quarters.
We had rehabilitated into blinds a
number of old corn shocks, which had
been torn down by the hungry ducks
through the field with about 100 yards
between us. Ducks commenced to
move and were soon milling in every
direction. they were confused. which
is indicative of an approaching storm.
A dark bank of clouds lay in the west
from which issued flashes of light
ming with suppressed thunder. which
our tame decovs devoted their time
to lodging. Incoming ducks fairly
fell into our decoys, they We're appar-
yGl fn Faf IN aff ffar
they had been saluted in mid air by
our barrage fire. Doubles were so
easy and numerous. they did not re-
ceive honorable mention at the even
ing meal, Sex favorites had been con-
tinuously played and our bag of birds
were for the most part green-heads.
We had our limit and were back to
the boat before the storm broke Mr..
Martin had discovered the fact that all
of our party were not prohibitionists
and he accompanied us back to the
boat. where he demonstrated real corn
juice capacity, at the same time ex-
pressing a preference for that good
old "stick-gin," which has the torch
down ones throat. Our boat was
made fast to the bank, soon there
was a tugging at the hawsers and
caps full of wind were skitting over
the water. Fuchs is a practical boat
man. ne improvised some spars. ex-
from being beached, when 50-mile
wind churned the ordinarily placid
Ohio into a sea of white caps. We
lad previously telephoned back to
Evansville for a motor expert, who
appeared about the time the storm
abated and soon had our engine per-
forming its proper functions. Our be-
whiskered native son, saw us leave
with deep and sincere regret. urging
us to return and make his home our
hor1a invite we did NOT nrnO1isa tn
accept. as we had a recollection of
the report on "Haint they bad" Skirt
ing the shore on our up trip, taking
advantage of eddies and letting
points. we killed a number of birds
which were utilizing bank protection
from the storm. Our trip was a sue
cess from every angle. many of our
Evansville friends were feasted on
'corn-fed ducks" More power to the
Evansville Quintet. my entertainers.