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dripping of water from the eaves so I thought that it must be raining. By noon nearly all the snow in the valley had melted, so after lunch I took the shot gun and walked up thru the woods to where there is still some on the mountain. It was somewhat a weary climb with my lumbermans boots yet I enjoyed it. Heard lots of shooting but I did not see as much as an insect to try my gun on, so I fired it at a rock and found that the recoil is not strong enough to knock me over. I must say that it makes a startling noise in the quiet woods.