The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1923-11-15
NOVEMBER Is THE OPEN
SEASON FOR SPORTSMEN
Month OF Joy For Those Who
Love Hunting Is At Hand

"Open season." These words stand
! for world of joy to every sportsman
and now it is open season on almost
every kind Of game. In uplands and
| lowlands, marsh and covert, sports
men are enjoying the thrill of the
/ hunt. Wherever there is game, furred
or feathered, there are gunners win
ming fun and heightened health from
the oldest, and according to them, the
greatest sport.
The Indians called September the
"Hunters' Moon" but it is November
to which hunters now look forward
most eagerly the whole year round,
Those who themselves cannot go on
! long hunting trips are envying their
more fortunate fellows who can-and
there are but few red-blooded, two
listed men who are not managing
somehow to squeeze at least several
days shooting into their months ac-
| tivities.
The old hunting instinct may lie
dormant the rest Of the year. But
there is something in these crisp, cool
days that forces it wide-awake. As
Kipling puts it, sportsmen hear ''the
red gods CALL
Whether for the wildfowl or the
winged or four-footed jewellers in the
woods or fields, everybody's going
hunting. And faint it a grand and
glorious feeling?" No "Ay in the ONT
ment" as earlier in the year! No
swarms Of black flies or mosquitoes
or even gnats to disturb your peace
or take the edge off your pleasure.
Ask men why they go hunting!
They'll give you many reasons. Some,
prosperous business or professional
men, probably will tell you that there
is no better preparation for the win
ter's work than some time spent in
the open matching their quickness and
wits against those Of the game they're
! hunting. They'll say there's no pep
producer that can compare with the
clear air Of brisk Fall day redolent
with the tang Of the forest or the salt
of the bay-that hunting is a real
efficiency measure. To bring home
good bag, a man must be on the alert.
Others will declare that now the
country and the woods are at the
heighth OF their beauty. Many of
the trees are still gorgeous in their
russell, scarlet and gold panoply Of au-
tumn foliage. The landscape on every
side presents panorama in which
they delight.
Still others prize most highly-be-
side the never-to- be-forgotten thrill
of hunting-a pleasure Of more ma
terial kind; appetizing dishes that are
fit for king, venison, roast duck,
quail on toast, stuffed goose, broiled
partridge or grouse, rabbit or squirrel
pot-pie.
There are most as many reasons
given for going hunting as there are
hunters, but all agree on one thing:
not to 90 hunting in November is to
miss a barrel of fun, to pass up a big
part Of the joy Of life. For sports
man can enjoy no happier time than
clear, snappy November day tramp
ing the fields behind a pair of good
dogs in quest of quail-unless it be
going cunning through the brush for
grouse or rabbit or the swamp for
snipe, especially Jack snipe with that
often saves them for another days
sport, or waiting in the blind for geese
or duck that wary and flying high.
Wildfowl are flying south and test
ing the craftsmanship of the most
Experienced gunners. "Br'er Rabbits"
trail leads to real sport. Bob Whites,
grouse and their families are apt to
whirl up from your feet most any
where out of town. Game is plenti-
full. Sportsmen's supplies are in
great demand, according to local mer-
chants. We have seen many new
ideas in the way of sportsmen's equip
ment. Specially noteworthy, so say
several sportsmen we have inter
viewed recently, are the shotgun
shells that are the latest work in
specialization and Standardization.
They are loaded, we are told, to a
predetermined standard of pattern,
penetration and velocity that makes
'em sure to pull down the game. All
in all, it's a most successful season.
good hunting, brother"