see what girls might be there about...Little did I know the many future friends I had ignored, or the fact that, a very few years hence, I too would become terminally afflicted with the dreaded shooting disease, CLAYPIGEUS-PULLMARKACILLIUS.

As the summer went by, problems developed on North River Road with the skeet club's neighbours. They complained long and loud about the noise, and even made statements to the effect that expended shot was dropping around their homes. The skeet field was located a supposedly safe few hundred yards from the nearest home, but one cannot overrule the fact that perhaps some of the old ammunition being used, in who knows what size or condition, was reaching that far. The problem prevailed and was compounded by a number of breaks into the skeet houses, and the fact that the property the skeet field was situated on had been sold.

As the hunting season approached, the Club was wound down for the year, and the annual meeting held. Ralph Jenkins was elected President, and through his association with the Provincial Rifle group, now located across the Hillsborough River at Squaw Point, they investigated the possibility of the skeet club Operating on a small section of their land next year. It was available, and the Club would have the winter to consider a move. At this meeting, also, the election of Art Hogan would begin his long association as the Club's Secretary/Treasurer.

By the spring of 1948, plans to move the Charlottetown Skeet Club to Squaw Point were completed, and a work party arrived on North River Road in early May, with truck and rubber boots, prepared to transfer the traps and buildings across the Hillsborough River to the new site on Hillsborough Bay just below Tea Hill. What may have seemed an easy move was aggravated when the vehicles transporting the houses, plus a few of the members' cars, became mired in the soft field, and a major effort was required to

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