THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 101 
Clubs have organized in Portland, Clatskanie, Mosier, Medford, 
Roseburg, Eugene, La Pine, Wallowa and Oregon City, and a number 
of other localites are planning on organizing clubs. 
The Sportsmen of this state should take hold of this work and 
see that, in place of the few clubs that we have, that we have ten 
times as many, for they will find it very interesting. The National 
Rifle Association holds a number of inter club matches during the 
year, both for gallery work using the small bore rifle and the outdoor 
work using both the small bore and the military rifle. Those qualifying 
as marksman, sharpshooter and expert will receive medals, and a 
medal will be furnished for the best shot in the club. 
Those desiring further information can obtain same from me, also 
application blanks, and I sincerely hope that the sportsmen of Oregon 
will co-operate with me in making the sport of rifle shooting one of 
the leading outdoor sports, not only for their own pleasure, but their 
country may some day need them, and we should have a million men 
who at least know how to shoot. 
A DEER HUNT IN HOOD RIVER COUNTY 
By Atva L. Day, Secretary Hood River County Game Protective Association. 
Last season I made a number of trips into the hills close to town 
after grouse, and on more than one trip I saw deer signs that looked 
like the bucks might be running on those same ridges later in the 
season. The does were down well and close in, and I often saw signs 
within an hour from the time I left home. 
I was out about two weeks before the season closed with my 
rifle, but I failed to see any signs where I expected to find them, so 
I decided to go higher up the following week. 
I talked with my friend, Charles Eyers, who likes to hunt, and 
arranged to take a trip with him. Eyers is a good sport and knows 
how to hunt to get the most out of the trip, both in pleasure and 
in game. No matter how wet he gets going through the wet under- 
brush, it only takes a good fire to thaw him out and make him ready 
for the night. 
We planned on using the last two days of the season for our hunt, 
so on Friday I got my work in shape to leave and packed my pack- 
sack with blanket and feed enough to last two days and the necessary 
little chopping ax. That evening Mr. Hyers was in town with the team 
and wagon and I went out to his place, eight miles out, to spend 
the night and be ready for an early start the next morning. 
The next morning came (Saturday, October 30) and it was raining, 
so we got a late start—about eight o’clock. Mrs. Eyers drove us to 
the top of the hill on the way to Green Point and there we had a 
good place to turn toward Mt. Defiance. The road was just wet 
enough to make it hard traveling for the horse and the clay on the 
grades was very slippery. We got our packs on our backs and told 
Mrs. Eyers not to look for us until she heard us coming, and started 
off. Rain or shine, we were off for a buck. 
We had not gone far until we met a man coming in carrying a 
30-30 carbine. We ordered him to halt and account for himself, and 
he said his party was on the southwest slope of Mt. Defiance and 
had a fine big buck. He was going home for the team and expected to 
get back to camp that evening. The party was figuring on coming out 
the next day. 
