THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 153 
The educational campaign that Warden Hazeltine, of Baker, 
advocates in the January issue of The Oregon Sportsman has done 
much for this county. However, there are some people it seems 
who must be educated in another way. For instance, a person re- 
cently punished for killing deer out of season in this county was once 
a deputy game warden himself. Nothing but fear of law enforce- 
ment will stop this class of people. The education above referred to 
has done so much for most of the residents of this county that they 
are giving valuable aid to the deputy game warden in apprehending 
such violators. 
PILOT ROCK DISTRICT 
The deer seem to have weathered the hard winter, as parties 
traveling the mountain highways are seeing them often. 
The Chinese Pheasants, Native Pheasant and Grouse appear to be 
as plentiful as ever. A great many Bob White Quail, however, per- 
ished, possibly 20 per cent, and the sportsmen hope to restock this 
community the coming summer. 
Some good catches of native trout are reported and the prospects 
for a good season for the anglers is in sight. 
JACKSON COUNTY WARDEN’S 
EXPERIENCE 
By James H. Driscotzi, Warden. 
One morning in the early part of February I received a phone 
message from H. D. Stout, Game Warden for Klamath County, to 
the effect that he had information that a large number of deer were 
“snowed in” in the Jenny Creek country and along the Parker Moun- 
tain and were being killed by coyotes. As this territory is on the 
line between Klamath and Jackson Counties and is a favored hunting 
ground for the Klamath boys they were anxious to have the matter 
investigated, and if possible, to give the deer some protection. 
Benton Bowers, Jr., volunteered to go with Walker and I and 
early next morning we started. Mr. Bowers, who had hunted cougar 
in this country for the past several years, thinking we might run into 
one, took his famous cougar dog’ along. We struck the snow about 
ten miles from Ashland and during the rest of the day wallowed 
through snow from one to two and one-half feet deep. 
We reached the DeCarlo ranch about 6:30 o’clock, fed our horses, 
ate our super and went to bed. Mr. DeCarlo informed us that the 
snow was too soft for snowshoeing and that we had better make an 
early start as the snow would hold us until about 9 A. M. 
