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Mr and Mrs H. and Harry went hunting this morning.
I took my gun and went up back of Chick Howlands, Ira Wards pasture, County farm, and Warren Wells. I heard one partridge fly in the scrub oaks, but saw no game of any kind.
Paul Goodwin called up and said he couldn’t go hunting this afternoon. I took a hike thru the marsh and over the hills around the place, saw nothing.
Jumped a cock pheasant on my way home from work and missed it.
I went over to the Armory to drill, had a ride home with Eleanor. Clarkie rode home with us.
I stopped to get Archie and Cozette to sign the card for xmas.
Raining tonight.
Scattered shower, wind No.
“Ridicule is the first and last argument of fools.” C. Simmons
Arrowheads Up the Hill 