WHERE THE 3 SHOTS WENT. 



September ist. He is slightly disfigured, 

 but still in the ring. You will see 3 bullet 

 holes in him. Bullet number 1 went 

 through his heart, when he ran 50 yards 

 and fell dead. The next time , he came 

 along, bullet number 2 went through his 

 brain and he fell dead in his tracks; yet 

 strange to say he showed up again — that 

 is, in the imagination of the hunter, who 

 fired the third shot at him as he disappeared 

 behind a rock. This caught him in the 

 ham and severed a small artery, without 

 breaking a bone. The hunter trailed him 2 

 miles, by the blood, but the wound had by 

 this time closed up and the flow of blood 

 had ceased; so that the poor old grizzly 

 escaped after all. 



About 1,500 shots were fired at him, in 

 all, and below I give a list of the names of 

 the hunters who planted all 3 of their shots 

 in the right places, according to the above 

 diagram, which was made out and filed in 

 this office, when the hunt began: 



R. M. Jackson, L. W. John, B. H. Pettit, H. D. Luse, 

 M. K. Barnum, J. B. Gillett, C. H. Sloane, M. C. Marsh, 

 H. T. Greene, E. D. Bond, T. C. Halsey, C. E. Breder, 

 H. M. Wolf, C. F. Gardner, A. E. Fischer, R. Bieber- 

 stedt, R. O. Baylor, C. H. Buell, B. F. Kizer, James 

 Whyte, B. Bassell, Jr., W. H. Foss, G. B. Dennick, 

 Thos. R. Ketcham, and O. L. Wood. 



It was stated in September Recreation 

 that whoever should locate these 3 shots 

 correctly would receive, as a prize, a yearly 

 subscription to Recreation. Of course 

 the above named gentlemen, like all sensi- 

 ble sportsmen, are already subscribers to 

 Recreation; but each has been credited 

 with another year, in addition to that for 

 which he had already paid. 



I shall probably get up another hunting 

 puzzle, in the near future. In fact, it is safe 

 to always count on finding something of 

 special interest in the columns of this mag- 

 azine. 



WHEN TO STOP. 



I read with much interest the article in 

 August Recreation, headed " What Con- 

 stitutes a Reasonable Bag? " and your com- 

 ments on the prowess of a Mr. Leaven- 

 worth; who, his friends say "is a hunter 

 for the love of the sport, and never took 

 more than he could use." 



I was told a few days ago, of a man — prob- 

 ably " a hunter for the love of the sport " 

 — who at Blue Hole Tunnel, W. Va., killed 

 20 squirrels, with a club, as they landed 

 from swimming New river. This was a 

 man who knew nothing of the meaning of 

 true sport, and to whom the word extermi- 

 nation, was meaningless. Mr. Leaven- 

 worth, who, as a gentleman sportsman, 

 should have known better, killed at least 

 150 squirrels more than his share. Mr. 

 Knight, and his companion, were evidently 

 trying to make a record, or they would not 

 have boasted of taking 105 quails in 10 

 hours. Twenty quails should satisfy any 

 one to whom the mere bagging of game, is 

 not the only pleasure derived from shoot- 

 ing. 



I heartily agree with your opinion, in re- 

 gard to Mr. Jaques' theory that " a reason- 

 able bag is all a man can kill with a gun." 

 He tries to modify this, by time, amount of 

 game, etc., but the fact remains, that if a 

 man kills everything he can, he will prob- 



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