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RECREA TION. 



My companion insisted it was nothing 

 but the interference of 2 trees; while it 

 seemed clear to me a mountain lion was in 

 deadly combat with a cinnamon bear. Our 

 surprise was therefore mutual when we saw 

 scores of sea lions, on the rocks 1,000 feet 

 distant, and some 300 feet below. 



My heavy Winchester was at once 

 brought into use. We seated ourselves at 

 the end of the promontory, and spent an 

 hour or more in picking off the lions. 

 Every time one of the awkward creatures 

 was hit, half a dozen of the nearest would 

 fall into the water with him, giving a suc- 



cession of roars. We finally left, well satis- 

 fied with our sport. The tide the next day 

 brought in ample assurance of the execu- 

 tion done. 



These lions consume great numbers of 

 cod, salmon and other valuable food fishes, 

 so, as they are of no value to commerce, 

 their destruction is of public benefit. 



The lions protected on Seal rocks, off 

 San Francisco, as a motter of sentiment as 

 well as of profit, are the same as those 

 killed by us. They are distant cousins 

 of the fur bearing seals of the Pribyloff 

 islands. 



THE BOSS HEAD. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY RAY GALE. 



Here is a buffalo head that knocks the 

 tar out of all of them. Hornaday, Gott- 

 schalck, Sheard, J. G. of Middletown, and 

 all the other fellows who think they have 

 the big head (I mean the big buffalo head) 

 can now take a back seat. This old bull's 

 head extends from his forefeet nearly to 

 his ridge pole, which seems to be about 6 

 feet from the ground. In fact, if you squint 

 from the ridgepole to the trees in the back- 

 ground, which appear to be 30 to 40 feet 

 high, you almost wonder where you are at, 

 and you can give this head any old length 

 you see fit. I have been anxious to know, 

 for a long time, who really had the record 



head; and while I have no measurements 

 at hand of the one illustrated above, it is 

 a clear case that this old bull carries the 

 winner. By the way he lives in the City 

 Park, at Denver. The animal on the left of 

 him is a half blood. There are also 2 half 

 blood cows and 2 three-quarter blood 

 calves in this Park. 



The old bull was roped on the range near 

 Laramie, when a calf, 11 years ago. 



To paraphrase Shakespere: 



' Now in the name of all the gods at once, 

 TTnon what grass doth this our Bison feed 

 That his head hath grown so great." 



