If my uncle hadn't shown me a picture of an American snipe, I'd have been less likely to buy into his method for capturing one. Even as a child of ten or so, I was already onto Uncle Donnie and the rest of my uncles, who seemed never to tire of playing pranks. The idea of luring an elusive bird into an open pillowcase at sunset seemed suspicious, at best. In fact, I'd flat out denied it was possible. But here, from the pages of the encyclopedia, looked out feathered proof.
Who could argue with an encyclopedia?
My uncle's manner certainly didn't give anything away as he extolled the virtues of the snipe. A deep desire to capture one of these amazing birds struck me, never mind that I'd never heard of them until now and wouldn't know what to do with one once I did.
My cousin, Judy, was a year older and of the same mind.
|By Plate (XIX): John Gerrard Keulemans, 1842--1912 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons|
At that idea, Judy and I almost deserted, but Uncle Donnie overcame our objections. You see, our calls would attract a snipe, thinking it had found other snipes. It would then follow the flashlight beam and run into the open pillowcase. This explanation restored our sense of purpose and gave me a basis for the opinion that I would not want to be an eskimo if my uncle had an igloo for sale. He wouldn't stay with us, he explained, because a snipe wouldn't approach with too many people around.
So, this is how my cousin and I wound up calling "coo-ee" at the top of our lungs for an hour or so. Tiring, we swapped duties between the flashlight and the pillowcase, but neither of us wanted to call it quits, even as the colors of sunset faded and full darkness fell. Now the flashlight beam darted here and there, because the woods were all at once spooky.
But wait...could it be? Coming from the woods came laughter, then familiar voices. A flashlight snapped on, and my uncles emerged from their hiding places. That's when my cousin and I learned that we had been victims of a practical joke.
In many parts of America, snipe hunting is a rite of passage, but most who play this practical joke don't realize that it centuries old and may have predated colonization of America. On May 27th, 1747, Sir Jeffrey Pilsner recorded the first real-life snipe-hunting expedition in America while trading furs in Minnesota. It contained many of the elements, including capturing the bird with a sack, that are part of the snipe hunting practical joke tradition. Source.
How do you catch a snipe? Pretty much in the same way practical jokers instruct their victims to go about it, as it turns out. Scientists lure snipes with lights and noises, and then catch them with nets. Source.
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About the AuthorJanalyn Voigt's unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and whimsy creates breathtaking fictional worlds for readers. Look for her upcoming western historical fiction. She also writes fantasy. Beginning with DawnSinger, Janalyn's epic fantasy series, Tales of Faeraven, carries readers into a land only imagined in dreams.
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