Fkh 1, 1888.] 



FOREST AND STREAM, 



effort to have our game laws enforced, we will give our 

 hearty S'lpport, Moreover, *vhere informal ion is brought 

 us that the iaw has been broken, we will ourself take steps 

 ffl 1 1 : [ % i tin mattei looked lip, and the offenders brought to 

 light; and punished. If we lose friends by il, it's all right. 

 We. don't wunt to be too popular anyhow, and one thing is 

 eeit.-iih. as long as we bold oiir pfesc&l posilidn we intend 

 to do our duty, though the heavens fall. Anyone seeing 

 any quail for sale iu this city, no matter in what plane or 

 by whom, from tins date.UptO October 15, 1888, will confer 

 a favor liy reporting the same to me. 1 appeal to all true 

 sportsmen toassist BOS) in this matter, and now that I have 

 been grossly misrepresented regarding steps that 1 have so 

 far taken in this matter, I take pleasure in stating plainly 

 that I intend to enforce the game law herta, as far as lies in 

 inv power, if ii lakes the last cent I have on earth. — F. M. 

 GitmitriT, Game Warden 1st Disk Ind." 



That has the right ring to it, and the new warden should 

 have the ready support of every sportsman in his district, 

 Mr. Gilbert follows, up his anno an cement by giving his 



read' 



"Thi 

 morning is rainj 

 little ouail hudd 

 hunter's eye glist 

 a clump of bush 

 net and then sp. 

 and slowly and c 

 the poor little thi 



tho 



tha i e ing past, D 

 Get the whole :ovey. 

 one left to i reed for 

 mouth oi' the trap. 



a pun pictures: 



i pot-hunter. The pt>l hunter waits until the 



raiuv, and the poor, chilled and bedraggled 



ludjdUe together, tqo wet to fly. See the pot- 



gli-ten. Hi I a-. a a covev cowering under 



uahes. With iieiidi-h ingenuity he fixes his 



i gp.tel tie out the ivfagS. Then h returns. 



nd cautioush . like the sneak that he is, dr ves 



along till they reach his net, Down 



ifiv. Hold on! ther iftolae 



aek. Don't let one 



Ah 



Now thr 



tst 



in your sack, 

 Pot-hunter' 



Not 

 n the 

 their 



Now pincl 



Willy u please give 

 give me a quail, Mr. Pot-hunter?' 'Oh, no; i 6/ru't. 1 

 want to sell these. When I cam catch then, this easy. 1 can 

 sell them cheap r than beefsteak. It don't make 'any dif- 

 ference if I exterminate the entire breed. I cau get 'little 

 money and get some rot-gut whiskey and have a good 

 Christmas. ' 



"This is a sportsman. The raorniug is bright, the air 

 frosty and he is delighted to get away from his close office 

 Bjfid'takea dav out. 'ui the fresh, air of the glorious brown 

 fields. Here 'is his dog. Steady boy, ste-a-d-v. Ah, he's 

 down. Steady h-o-y. How bis eye glistens and his breath 

 comes quick for he knows that a few feel iu from of his 

 dog's nose lie a cova-y of quail ready to lly into the air and 

 whiz away. See the dog. One 'foot slightly raised, his 

 brow wrinkled, and his eager nose seeming to 'drink in the 

 tainted air. See his master; bis gun up; bis body bending 

 a little forward, and every nerve perfectly tense. Now boy, 

 take 'em. A bound. Whiz?,, whirr, whirr Bang, bang, 

 and two beauties drop, and the rest go iu all directions. 

 The dog brings the pair in and lays them at his feet, and he 

 puts them almost tenderly iu his game bag. It is a fair 

 show. The bird with its' arrowy flight against the skill of 

 the sportsman. Lie gets, say two more out of the covey and 

 goes or, to another gang, leaving plenty to breed for' next 

 season. And so all day. and at night he has perhaps less 

 than the pol-hunter got in one fell swoop. But the sports- 

 man has had a glorious day iu the open air and he comes back 

 a new man — a man with a dose of life-giving medicine such 

 as no doctor can give. He takes enough for his little family 

 and the rest he gives away. Sends a pair here to a sick boy 

 or girl, and a pair there to the wife of some sick neighbor, 

 for your true' sportsman is as generous as be is brave. He 

 is a man and the other is a sneak." 



ng this pest on bills of fare will ever make, them edible. 

 They are, iu the strongest, sense, "no good." 



The game law tinkers in the New Jersey Legislature 

 ...a already getting in their work. A House bill, intro- 

 duced by Goodwin, of Middlesex, proposes to limit the open 

 season for rabbit, quail and grouse (pheasant) to the period 

 between "November 15 and December 20," iuclusivi . pen. 

 ally $15.00. The idea of the friends of the bill is partial- 

 ly to prevent the killing of so much young game in the 

 •ly part of the season, and to slop the slaughter of 

 ShitB by tracking and the pot-shots at quail, so often 

 found bunched in the snow during (he last weeks of Nov- 

 niber. A. 



New Jersey. January 26, 1883. 



JOTTINGS FROM JERSEY. 



"X7"OUK correspondent "T. M." propounds the query; "I 

 1. wonder if the articles 'small birds' and 'snow birds' 

 on the hotel bills of fare are not our friends. I am sure I 

 hope and pray they (the English sparrows) ma v all be eaten." 

 To which we hasten to respond: Not much!' A few weeks 

 ago an old farmer friend .town in Monmouth asked us lo 

 thin out the sparrows, which had become a terrible nuisance 

 on his place. lie knew they mud, be fat, because they 

 swarmed about his hogpens, taking the teed away from the 

 porkers, and between meals. ate up all the grain thrown out 

 lor the poultry. 



11 was Saturday, and in the close season, so we were not 

 averse to a little sport, and took a pocketful of shells and 

 our breech-loader out among the buildings, The first shot 

 brought twelve of the little gourmands t,o"grief. but that was 

 the last bunch we could get a shot at. Although they had 

 probably never heard the Bound of a gun before, they seemed 

 to understand the situation at once;, and kept up their dep 

 redations for the rest of the day deployed on a picket line 

 or in groups of two a.nd three, but never again did they 

 battalion in closed ranks. How- 

 ingle birds, and found that we 

 as a stormy day and the farm 

 1 duty iu picking the birds, 



fe- 



tempt us by th 

 ever, we picked off 



■ bad enough for a pie. It 

 hands were all detailed for 

 the only trouble being th 

 bird and holding on to the 

 tion accomplished, they wi 

 house, 



danger Of throwing away the 



irliei.s. Tins tedious prepara- 

 turned over to the lady of the 

 '( the culinary art and wilh 



special reputation for pastry; and we fixed our mouth for a 

 sparrow pie for our Sunday d' 



Well, we had it. No i 



iter, more enticing dish i 



set before a king. But w 



len the pie was cut, there 



change over our feelings. 



The crust was excellei 



and flaky and browned tc 



a turn. The "gravy" i 



Spued to suit an epicure, 



villi a dash of au onion, e 



But 



those birds! Now, be it understood, that I am not partic- 

 ular, I like hi ut lieita., bittern, poke, mud-hen, and all of 

 that, ilk. I have eaten some ground-hog and just a little 

 "biled crow," in no political sense. I have picked the bones 

 ■', sua talis and pretended I could detect no fishy taste. 

 But, those birds in that pie were just the driest, most taste- 

 less, most disgusting lot of cnip's I ever attempted to swal- 

 low. 



Our Sunday dinner was a failure— no, not quite. Just 



i we were; leaving the tab! 

 ment, there came a fresh ar 

 ing a call, purely social, of 

 host 



1 Silel 



al; 



ust at the experi- 

 an who was mak- 

 his old friend, our 



. and insisted on 



sitting right down wilh the family. "No apologies, I am 

 sure yon hav.- provide..! an abundance: What, a, bird pie! 

 dust my good luck; ii there isajryone.thinglio love," etc., 

 etc. He was liberally helped, but after the first mouthful 

 we could see that he was putting business before pleasure, 

 and eating more out of a desire to secure votes than from a 

 love of his favorite dish. No. "T. M.," no amount of adver- 



GUINEA FOWL AS GAME BIRDS. 



XN your issue of Jan. 11, "Brindle" asks some one to try 

 tiie experiment of shooting guinea fowl over dogs. 

 I have had some such experience. 



One fall, some few years ago, I visited a friend, Mr. S., 

 in Clark county, who is a true, sportsman, and whose kind 

 hospitality one" must always appreciate. While there Mrs. 

 S. requested me to take the gun and kill for her twenty or 

 twenty-four half-grown guineas. She intended to give a 

 little party in a few days, and wanted them for that pur- 

 pose. No one in Ibis neighborhood pays any attention to 

 the rearing of guineas; (bey virtually "raise themselves." 

 I could name dozens of fanners in this section where you 

 could find the fowd by the hundreds. 



The request did not require a repetition. I took my gun, 

 called Prince and Nora, walked over to the barn, saddled 

 Duke, a renowned veteran of the hunt and chase; mounted 

 and headed for Pretty Bun, a small creek several hundred 

 yards from the house, on whose borders, in the horse weeds, 

 the guineas were wont to feed during the middle of the day. 

 The. 1 gs, ranging ahead tmtere.i th:, horse-weed thicket, 

 and Prince came to a point. Shooting from the ground 

 was out, of the question, as the weeds were so tall. Fully 

 aware of flic nonpareil under me, and thai the click of the 

 locks were but a signal for him to stand still, I spurred him 

 into the weeds ahead of the dogs, when, with whirring 

 wiugs, the guineas rose, fifteen in number. The locks 

 click, Duke stands still, the gun rises to my shoulder; flam 

 one, two reports, and two birds fall to the right barrel and 

 one to the left. The rest of the birds fly up and down the 

 run, some in cane-patches and some in weeds again. 



I followed on, the dogs pointed two single birds in some 

 cane which i killed. The dogs pointed another flock. I 

 shot into those and so on, until I thought I had killed the 

 number wanted, when I dismounted and gathered up my 

 birds, as neither of the dogs had been taught the art of 

 retrieving. 



On counting, 1 found that I had killed thirty. 1 tied 

 them on to my saddle and went to the house. Mrs. 8. com- 

 plimented me on my speedy return, but imagine, her looks, 

 and my feelings when she exclaimed, "Why, you tilled these 

 guinea's full of shot." She then told me that Mr. S. always 

 made the dogs flush them until they flew into trees, he then 

 aimed to get a limb between himself and the birds, then shot 

 their heads off. But the "child was burned" and "where 

 ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be otherwise." Although her 

 remarks had a tendency to throw a damper on my sport, I 

 canassure you the fun was royal, and was fully appreciated 

 lay Little Sandy. 



North MnmLETOWN, Ky., Jan. 80, 1883. 



In the year 1880 I moved from New Jersey to Maryland. 

 A tenant on the farm that I was to occupy had some guineas 

 which be left. And as I did not get there until a month 

 after he bad moved, the guineas had marched off to the woods 

 and fields to seek a living. Occasionally I would see them, 

 so when the law was up for quail I went out on the first day 

 to have a crack at them. I had not gone more than half a 

 mile from here when my dog made game and came to a 

 point. What was my surprise when I went up to flush the 

 game to see a flock of guineas get up instead of quail. They 

 flew about fifty yards and lit to eever in a sedge field that 

 contained about, sixty acres, and as I wanted to hunt over 

 that field my dog pointed them in that and adjoining fields 

 at least a dozen times. They did not take to the woods, 

 but it was close, at baud* I would see them occa- 

 sionally when walking over the cleared fields, but I 

 could not get as near to them as I could to a bevy of quail. 

 They were fully as shy as a wild duck. I have no doubt 

 that if left to wander as those did, they would make a 

 splendid game bird, as the dog would scent them as far off 

 as he could quail. Several times during the quail season I 

 had some sport with them. I shot a number of them and 

 they proved to be in good condition, so that shows that 

 they thrive well. When I moved from there they had uot 

 bee'u all killed and probably there are some left yet. 



W. L. D. F. 



KlDCIEWOOD, N. X 



A TURKEY HUNT BY MOONLIGHT. 



THE other night as I sat dozing and smoking by turns in 

 front of a hickory fire, there came a shuffle, shuttle, 

 shuffle and stamp, stamp on the porch, and as I opened the 

 door, iu walked ll. and C. , each with his gun. 



H. is a native mountaineer, and the best hunter and turkey 

 "yelper " I have ever met. C, like myself, is an alien, but 

 new to turkeys. 



After the salutations H. said, "As I came home from the 

 mill this evening 1 found where five big turkeys were roost- 

 ing, so I got C. and came by for you. They're in the hem- 

 locks, and we cau have some fun." 



1 was soon ready, and taking a small bell in a pocket of 

 my hunting coat, 'we started. The inoou was nearly full, 

 and the night clear and snappy. After walking half "a mile, 

 H. pointed out the trees in which he bad marked, the tur- 

 keys; so giving him the bell, we followed, single file. 



A bell is always used iu this night hunting, so that in case 

 the turkeys see you, they take you for stock moving about 

 on the range. On we. went, looking closely into all the 

 hemlocks, and keeping up a constant tinkle of the boll. 

 Wc hunted around for some time without seeing anything, 

 so slopped to rest a moment. " Did you mark em 'in this 

 bunch of hemlocks, 11, ?" said I. " Yes, I'm sure they"— 

 Whir, crash, flap, over our heads, and a big gobbler jumped 

 from the top of an oak; but before a, gun could ba brought 

 to bear upon him, he was behind a hemlock. 



Various and substantial remarks from us all. "Why the 

 blazes didn't we examine the bare trees too?" said I. 



"Never thought of them when so man}"- pines are about," 

 said W.; "but I'll go up tho hollow to those two pines by 

 theivselves, and if a turkey's there I'll whistle." 



He hadn't gone two rods before he gave a low whistle. 



C. and I at, once joined him. He was at the foot of a gi- 

 gantic dead hemlock, in whose top sat a turkey craning his 

 neck and evidently getting very uneasy. 



I counted three and all tired, but, to our immense disgust, 

 the turkey dusted oft the tree like a streak, much demoral- 

 ized, but unhurt, 



Excuses nil til/., every one blaming everything but his 

 own shooting. 



We continued our hunt till midnight, finding the other 

 three birds and getting shots at all, but, owing to some light 

 tlouds which had risen, wc were unable to do any accurate 

 booting. The next morning we met at daybreak, but as it 

 was very cold, the birds would not call, "and we saw but 

 one. I had a long shot at him. but did not kill. 



So ended my last, turkey hunt hy moonlight. 



1 will tell of some of the hunts' H. and I have every now 

 and then at some future time. We don't always come hack 

 empty-handed. Clifton. 



Horse Cove, North Carolina. 



THE CUVIER CLUB REPORT. 



Editor Formt and Stream: 



An article in your last number states that you have been 

 asked the meaning of a sentence, which you quote, in the 

 report of the trustees of the Olivier Club. 



Upon seeing the article, I turned at once to the report to 

 discover, if possible, how any misapprehension could arise 

 as to its meaning, and I cannot even now detect tho slight- 

 est ambiguity in it. It maybe, howevet, that, it seems so 

 perfectly plain to me because of my constant discussion of 

 the subject. Certainly no one hereabouts, who is at all fa- 



"iar with the duck-shooting clubs, has any doubt regard- 

 ing it. You have understood its application, and have 

 stated it. 



You have also stated the law governing the ownership of 

 ame with such precision as to require no further explana- 

 tion. The report likewise states the law with the same 

 precision, and iu almost the same language Six lines pre- 

 ceding the doubtful (?) sentence, the report says (as you do), 

 "They, the parties, become the absolute owners of all game, 

 which is reduced to possession by them on their soil." 



The necessity for the statement by I tie trustees is well 

 known in this vicinity, and through the West. It is this: 



All persons having any knowledge wdiatever of the sub- 

 ject, are aware that the owner of land has the right of ex- 

 clusive possession of his land, and that an unauthorized 

 entrance thereon, in pursuit of game, is a trespass. 



But partially among such well informed persons, and 

 universally among others not so well info: 

 prevalent belief that this law does not apply 

 and water lands, e. g, maishes, swamps, etc., 

 proprietary clubs cannot obtain any cxclu 

 rights in such lands, and therefore I lie lands 

 duck clubs may be invaded with impunity. 



The report intended to correct this palpable error. While I 

 am on the subject, let me point out, before any one else does, 

 that by a printer's mistake, the report is made to intimate 

 that there is au "absolute ownership" of game under th» 

 English system. Such is not the fact. Gloan. 



Cincinnati, O., January 88. 



id, there is a 

 rater courses 

 1 hence, that 

 3 possessory 

 proprietary 



NOTES FROM CHICAGO. 



[From our Kegular Chisago Correspondent.! 



A BILL is shortly to come before the Legislature at 

 Springfield in the interest of game protection in Illinois. 

 The bill provides that for the next five years no game shall 

 bo shot except, for private use, and that it shall not fie made. 

 a marketable commodity. The object, of the bill, which is 

 to prevent indiscriminate slaughter and pot-hunting, is a 

 good one, but its enforcement will be attended with diffi- 

 culty, and, in fact, be almost an impossibility. There will 

 always be a mean class of men who, under the guise of 

 sporting men, lake a, delight in butchering game for butcher- 

 iug's sake, and it will be hard to determine how much or 

 how little, they need for the private use of themselves and 

 their friends; and as regards the selling of game, that will 

 be got over by shipping it. East or into some other State, and 

 re-shipping it into the Illinois markets. Your Forest and 

 Stream correspondent had some talk cm the subject with 

 Messrs. Bob. Organ, Fred. Taylor, John Gillcspy and others, 

 and these gentlemen, while all desirous of seeing game well 

 preserved in the Slate, did not think the bill feasible, nor 

 did they imagine it would pass. The Chicago clubs who 

 have preserves in Indiana, will not, of course, be affected 

 by it, and they will be able to dispose of their game as they 

 think, and it will be hard to find out whether what is m the 

 market comes from their preserves in Illinois. 



The impression has been gaining ground here that there 

 would be a great deal of fun in a grand rabbit hunt, so last 

 Friday night Messrs. Fred. Taylor, William Haskell, Klein- 

 man, W. Lamos and about eight other hunters, all members 

 of the Mak-Saw-Ba Club, left the city for the club grounds 

 ou the Kankakee Biver in Indiana, They will be gone 

 about six days, and will slaughter the "bobtails" in great 

 shape. Birds were also taken along, and a match will 

 occur about Monday. 



Jesse Cunnings, the well-known real estate man and man- 

 aging director of the Lake George Sportsmen Club, has just 

 returned from a month's stay in Florida , He was at Homosassa 

 on the Gulf and had his fill of hunting and fishing. He re- 

 ports a splendid time, and that bear, deer, turkeys,' ducks and 

 alligators were the prey for hunting. There was little at- 

 tempt at "tilling a bag" of the 'gators. He tells a funny 

 story of how his elegant gold-mounted fancy fishing rod was 

 snapped out of his hand the tirsi day hy a huge shecpshead. 

 It went joint at a time. He heartily recommends the resort, 

 for hunters. 



and Sir Hugo McDermott, both English 

 rived here last Tuesday, left Satuiday for 

 r Peshtigo, to find deer. They will "take 

 nd camp equipment, and have a genuine 



Da\ 



Joice 

 hunters, who ai 

 the north, net 

 guides, cooks, 

 American hunt. 



There were two medal contests last week. The boys are 

 rallying after a week's apathy and matches arc now talked of 

 about Fred Taylor's cheerful fire. The first match was the 

 Audubon Club shoot at Grand Crossing and there were about 

 ten contestants. The. terms were fifteen birds, twenty-five 

 yards rise, and S. II. Turrill captured the medal, score twelve 

 out of a possible fifteen birds. He had no ties. Tfle second 

 shoot wis that of the South End Gun Club at the same place 

 ou Wednessday. F. P. Taylor won the medal after a five 

 bird tie shoot off with C. L. Church. Both shots had twelve 

 birds, and iu the shoot off Taylor got five birds and Church 

 four-. There will be a club shoot of the Tolleston this week. 

 The boys have all had word from Geneseo that about Jan. 28 



