Arizona republican., 1920-12-17
TRAP. GUN AND ROD

He hailed from the north of Ireland. A wild Irishman who located in Fargo, North Dakota. He was loyal to his friends to the extreme limit; would fight at the drop of the hat. Should occasion demand, he could attend to the hat dropping himself. More anon of Jimmey Curren, one of the best shots and practical hunters in the northwest On one occasion he was out in pursuit of prairie chickens, north of Fargo. A brace of pointer dogs were the pride of his life. Time and attention had been devoted to their education. He had them trained to the minute. Their devotion to Jimmey was in keeping with his affection for the dogs.
 Fences were then scarce and signs admonishing hunters to keep off,. or NO Hunting Here" were an unheard of proposition. Jim saw a man coming across the prairie, astride an old nag, with gun across the pommel of his saddle, heading directly for him. When in ear shot, he opened up a line of con- versation. growing more emphatic with every outhurst. His brogue indicated his nationality. He closed his mono logue by christening James with a sob- riquet which he has never been able to find in the family Bible. This was lIlCIidCo lO IC1lGNL upOl S AiAs1- tornal ancestor. The big Norwegian had 'reckoned without his host" He dismounted in reaching distance. but did not know Jim had on many oc casions entertained in the squared arena" with satisfactory results. Be fore the Morse" knew there was trouble brewing, he was showered with upper cults, straight armed jabs. with a knockout finish to the point of the chin. He took the count. When he regained his feet, it was running. In the interim, Jim's dogs had located birds and were on a staunch point a short distance away. As his stock fisheater passed, he took a shot at Jim's dogs. His accuracy was evil Genced by a series of yelps. This l slightly incurred Jim's displeasure. He l immediately took shot at the fleeting form. His first barrel sent him well up in the air; the second, (loaded with number six shot) was on the reception committee when he hit the ground. Oh. Boy. The last shot was an accellera- tor. He stepped on her, fearing Tim | had a repeater. He made record l.me, 1 his course being plainly marked by l following dust. Jim straddled the Nor
 wegian's horse and rode over to his l home, advising him that he was oIs- posed to let the trouble drop, unless the Morse" started something later. He
 would not be responsible for what
 would then happen-it would be aw- ful. The dogs were gun shy from that day.
 On a later date. Jay Graham. expert professional shot from Long Lake. III. Horace Peck, Kenmare, N. D.. Jimmey 1 ing party for a shoot on Sweetwatel
 Lake, about so miles south of the Ca nadian border, near Devils Lake. Nortl Dakota. Birds were coming dowl
 from the north en route to southland We were shooting on Gordon Pass
 The flight was principally deep watel
 ducks, red head, canvasback and blu'
 bill. Travelling birds were certainl!
 going some, apparently carrying tn
 mail or a star route contract int
 'duckdom" It was only question o
 inserting plenty of lead, then addiui
 more and pulling the trigger, trustin
 to Providence and advance guard 0 the load, to deliver results.
 We paired off for the evening shoot
 Graham and Peck selected a point nea
 the lodge of Walter and Louey Hill. O Great Northern Railroad fame. Cur ren and myself were shooting on Cor
 don Pass. We could see the results c every shot fired by Peck and Graham l IRS1r CheSapeake Bay u0S SeellSi
 especially industrious. We knew the ' were meeting with excellent success: Curren and I had been working owe
 time in vain effort to keep in sight c i the light house. We made many shot : entirely satisfactory to ourselves. wit , futile efforts. which occasioned tn
 passing of that look which hunters un derstand as meaning How did it hap pen.''
 Gordon Pass divides Long Lake an Sweetwater. the only fresh water lak in that section. the balance being i'm ] pregnated with alkali. Every duo l killed would strike the ground, bounc k ing like a rubber ball It was strictl
 pass shooting. No opportunities wer offered on ducks coasting, volplanin ) or circling. Birds were well up, kne' :: just where they were going an I anxious to reach their destination.
 was an occasion for real duck shootin; where experience and ability to est
 mate height, velocity and distanC
 correctly, to gauge the "day light C
 lead ahead of those feathered aces ( l. the air. alone produced results. W
 had a dinner wagered on the result
 to be decided on points. Cans" wer = scheduled five; red heads four; Ma I lards three, teal. one. We all score Q the legal limit The number of canvas T backs in their bag stuck US for a bar . quet at Carlings in St. Paul. Moi 2 fhar11