RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIX, Issue 31923, 26 February 1969, Page 22

RANDOM REMINDER

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February nearly over, March, April. . . and soon it will be May. Already the mad keen duck shooters are sharpening their spears, etc., and thinking up convincing stories to account for their need to disappear from home and hearth for days on end. There are some, we ■hear, who do not always wait for the official opening of the season. One of them, up in. the Waikato, was a regularly unlucky sort of sportsman. He seldom did the right things, and, if he did, they

were at the wrong time. So with the approach of yet another shooting season, he came to the conclusion that he would have better prospects of success if he went to the lake earlier than the others, and was therefore not distracted by all that gunfire and back chat. It worked out perfectly, for him. He shot a limit bag on the last day of April. He was well aware that he could not take his ducks back to his home territory, so hid them in a large clump of flax, carefully marking the spot. But on his way home he met a man on a horse, and

he was so elated with his success that he could not resist the temptation to tell the stranger of how he had put one over his friends. “Do you know who I am?” the stranger asked. Hori confessed that they had not met. “I am the ranger for this district,” the horseman said. “And do you know who I am?” asked Hori. “No,” the ranger replied. “I’m the biggest ruddy liar in the Waikato,” said Hori. Our informant says Hori had his limit bag, on May