52 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
large catches. A woman on the upper Alsea River makes a regular 
business of catching salmon with troll and selling to the cannery. 
The tule lands and tideflats on Yaquina, Alsea and Siletz bays, 
and lower Salmon river, are favorite feeding grounds for wild fowl, and 
they furnish grand sport for the “scatter-gun” men. 
I have no means of knowing the number of deer killed in Lincoln 
county during the season just passed, but I do know that every party 
that went into the mountains brought back venison. It is no unusual 
thing for the ladies to get their venison also. Mrs. Nellie Ryan, of 
Drift Creek, killed a big buck from the door of her country home last 
October, and Mrs. L. F. Wilson, of the upper Salmon river, killed three 
deer during the season and proudly shows her license with the three 
tags torn off, probably the only woman in the West with such a souve- 
nir of her own prowess. 
The best hunting grounds for deer are south and west of Table 
mountain, Cummings Creek divide, Drift Creek, the Big Elk countries, 
Schooner Creek, and the headwaters of Salmon River. Any of these 
localities are easy of access, and a vacation passed at either, if well 
extended into the deer season, will add ten years of enjoyment to the 
ardent sportsman. 
The farmers and ranchers in this part of the state are kindly and 
considerate, their prices for accommodations are reasonable and they 
have a hearty welcome for every one but a game hog. If you belong 
to the latter class, better stay away, for telephone lines run all through 
Lincoln county, and a game warden soon gets a tip to wander that 
way. 
A party of five such, with five hounds, the ten of a kind hailing 
from near St. Johns and down the Columbia, established themselves 
last season in a cabin near Cummings Creek, turned their stock loose 
in the pasture of an old man named Sharmer; told him insolently to 
“go to hell” when he complained of such action; turned their hounds 
loose and proceeded to run all the deer out of the country. Two days 
thereafter three game wardens walked into their camp, rounded them 
up and persuaded them to leave for other parts. 
Men of that calibre are not wanted here, but the true sportsman 
is always welcomed, and can ejoy himself to his heart’s content without 
ever seeing a game warden. The latter will know where you are, but 
he will also know that you are the right sort. Otherwise the ranchers, 
who are rapidly learning the lesson of game preservation, will be the 
first to turn in a complaint of a law violation. 
The policy of our present State Game officials in discouraging the 
snoopy police methods formerly followed, and insisting on working 
along educational lines, is to my mind responsible for the hearty co- 
operation I am receiving from men formerly opposed to game wardens 
and game laws. 
Such a policy I truly believe will do more for the protection and 
preservation of our fish and game than would the woods full of de- 
tectives. Such a system followed up for a few years will make all 
Oregon what Lincoln county is now, a sportsman’s paradise. 

