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Show side loom shotguns and shells, barked by thrilling thrill-ing pictures of gun-toting figures in full regalia with their handsome dogs, or with a flock of decoys slung over their shoulders heading for favorite grounds to bag their ducks. It is all filled with promise as leaves are turning, advance notice no-tice that soon they will be in the mountains, in ' the field or amid the rushes banging away,- But it is all a reminder, too, that many will die while on pleasure bent. Soon headlines will read. "Killed In Hunting Accident ." Men in brmht red will be mistaken for deer. Others I will transport loaded shotguns on the way to the scene of their sport, will drag them muzzle-I muzzle-I first ttirouKh fences and do very many other very foolish things. Men and boys will be mutilated and killed by "unloaded" guns. Men will return from these happy excursions broken hearted for the rest of their lives because they unwittingly killed a boon companion. Why do these things have to be? Why doesn't the hunter find a way to overcome over-come carelessness, to suppress his excitement, to drill into his consciousness that he carries a Jethal weapon, to make sure that game and not a fellow huntsman la in his line of sight? Why doesn't even the veteran hunter review hia hunting "don'ts." and the novice respect the advice and cautions of old-timers? This yearly tragic toll la all so unnecessary. This, as an element ele-ment of danger and adventure, has no proper place in hunting to give it a thrill. The hunt la the thing and it is all-sufficient. J Many Will Die ' OHOPKEEPERS art showing in their window sj tha bright red trapping of th deer hunter, powerful rifle, the latest in tha accoutermenU ", of tha popular sport of tha huntsman, Along- t |