Wild ducks trap best on nights when a cold nor'wester blows. On two such nights Orin D. Steele, Federal Game Management Agent, and his deputy wardens lay shivering for hours in a marsh off Virginia's Eastern Shore, waiting for Trapper Tom Reed. Each night Reed approached, fled without touching his traps. At last Agent Steele realized that the trapper was warned by the absence of duck, which, once flushed by the wardens, returned no more that night. On Dec. 20, 1934, in daylight, the agent and two deputies rose up from the...
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