Don't be too hasty to call troll.
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I used to have a long-legged liver and white English pointer that loved to find snipe better than he liked quail. I always had to kill one for him before I could get him home, or he wouldn't quit looking for them. Every place on the farm that was low and tended to be muddy, had snipe.
lpl/nc (whose troll hunting licence is still current)
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Out There: Snipe-hunting lessons
Leave your gunnysack at home. Snipe are real!
By Keith "Catfish" Sutton
Special to ESPNOutdoors.com
(Archive)
Updated: September 19, 2006, 1:16 PM ET
Josh Sutton displays two pair of snipe killed on a hunt with his father.
Ask another hunter to join you for a snipe hunt, and you must be careful how you phrase the invitation.
Even then, you may get a knowing grin and a polite decline.
The image of an age-old practical joke lingers.
You see, there is a snipe hunt, and there is snipe hunting.
1. Snipe hunt: A prank in which an unsuspecting person is taken into a marsh at night, carrying a lantern and a gunnysack with which to catch the snipe to be driven to him by other members of the party. The others go home and leave the unfortunate to fret over a thousand spooky swamp noises.
2. Snipe hunting: A legitimate outdoor activity in which sportsmen seek small, fast-flying, hard-to-hit, unpredictable, tasty, long-billed birds that frequent open wetlands.
Snipe hunts, the practical joke kind, prompted the phrase "left holding the bag," meaning to be duped.
But don't be duped into thinking snipe are just imaginary birds. They're just as real as mallards, quail, woodcocks and other game birds. And hunting them is equally exciting, if not more so.
I recently did some snipe hunting, the real kind, with my friend Lewis Peeler and my son Josh.
We found the birds — scores of them — in a muddy, 50-acre farm field edging a slough.
As we made our way across the field in ankle-deep mud, lesson No. 1 of snipe hunting was quickly learned: Wear rubber boots and prepare for intense muscular exertion.
The walking often takes place in water and muck up to the knees. Or one may have to pick his way through a soft marsh, springing from tussock to tussock, with every prospect of tumbling from those unsteady resting places into a mire of unknown depth.
The snipe shooter, therefore, should carry no extra weight. His shotgun should be light, and his cartridges need hold no more than an ounce of Nos. 8 or 9 shot.
For this bird is easily killed, and it is so small — and so often flushes at a considerable distance — it is important that as many pellets as possible be sent after it.
Several wisps of snipe took flight as we approached, and as each of us swung on a longbill, we were confronted with lesson No. 2: A fleeing snipe has no idea where it's going, which makes shooting one very difficult.
Most birds rise from the ground on a particular line of flight and keep to it. Not so with the snipe.
The snipe hunter's boots: wet and muddy.
This bird flushes, darts a few yards one way, changes its mind and turns at right angles to its original course; then it appears to think it has made a mistake, and once more alters its direction.
The bird then either rises high in the air and circles for a while, looking for a desirable spot to alight, or settles into a straight, swift course that doesn't end until the snipe forgets it is frightened.
This eccentric flight pattern puzzles many sportsmen; some who are capital shots at other birds can never calculate the movements of snipe.
So it was for our trio of snipe hunters, at least during the opening volleys of that hunt. If we zigged, the snipe zagged. When we swung left, the snipe veered right. Many rounds were fired, yet the snipe remained unscathed.
We followed them all over that field, leaving a trail of empties behind us. I decided if we ever did bag one, it would be as costly a bit of fowl as was ever put on a table.
Bag one we did, however — then another and another and another. Fortunately, the snipe has another trait that is endearing, rather than irritating, to the hunter.
When they have not been hunted, these "shad spirits," as they're sometimes called, often drop back to the ground a few yards from where they flushed. Some birds fly straight up until just specks in the sky, then plummet back and light near the same spot from which they took off.
The problem here lies in marking birds down, for snipe with their amazing camouflage are ghosts on the ground. Even when you mark one carefully and search the ground ahead as you approach, you often fail to see it.
The long-billed Wilson's snipe is highly adapted for life in open wetlands.
The bird squats motionless, and just as you decide you have made a mistake in marking it, it jumps from the spot where you have just looked.
Hunting pressure makes the birds steadily wilder, even though it may not cause them to abandon good areas.
After just one day of shooting, the birds may get so spooky that you're wasting your time, then it's possible to walk for hours, putting up scores of snipe, without a single one in range.
After Lewis, Josh and I had each burned up half a box of shells, we were wise to some of these tricks. We figured out that snipe usually rise against the wind, and by advancing on them with the wind at your back, they are forced to fly toward you for some distance, thus allowing a shot at fair range.
We also learned that a snipe cannot be shot too quickly, especially if it rises more than fifteen yards from the shooter (and they seldom rise closer). Take aim and shoot, fast.
Open marshes, rice fields, lake and stream edges, shallow drainage ditches, and damp mud flats all are prime hunting areas, if the cover is not too thick to allow snipe access to the soil.
If the ground freezes, however, or becomes iced over, the snipe will leave, for they feed by probing the soft earth with their long bills.
You also should be aware of lesson No. 3: Snipe are uncertain birds.
One may find them on a particular piece of ground in great numbers one day, then return the next and find they have completely disappeared.
A bog that afforded splendid shooting at evening may be visited at dawn the next day and the birds will have departed.
Happy is the man, therefore, who finds plentiful snipe, and wise is the snipe hunter who takes advantage of the present opportunity. Carpe diem certainly applies when gunning for these extraordinary game birds.
After four hours of almost nonstop shooting, Lewis had bagged six snipe, Josh five. As for me … well, let's just say I wasn't as quick a learner as those two. I scored once and fired 50 shells.
I did learn one thing, though — lesson No. 4: When other game animals are scarce, snipe can save the day.
These skinny, little shorebirds can be hard to hunt and even harder to hit. But when you're in the mood for some for fun, fast-paced gunning, snipe are hard to beat.
They're abundant, widespread and excellent on the table.
Next time someone asks if you want to go snipe hunting, don't be too quick to call their perceived bluff. You just might be in for some of the best wingshooting of the season.
To contact Keith Sutton, email him at
[email protected]. His new book, "Out There Fishing" (Stoeger Publishing; $19.95), is available at
www.catfishsutton.com.
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