FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 



211 



old carrion crows, and one muskrat, 

 hunted and killed by 40 grown men — for 

 glory! 



That was in 1896. Now scan the record 

 for last year. 



November 18, 1897. 



Captain Best and 

 T4 men. 



4 partridges. 



3 rabbits. 



4 gray squirrels. 



2 red squirrels. 



3 woodpeckers. 



Captain Marsh and 

 14. men. 



1 duck. 



2 crows. 

 1 fox. 



3 partridges. 

 7 rabbits. 

 3 gray squirrels. 

 1 mink. 

 7 red squirrels. 

 10 woodpeckers. 



A total of 51 head of game, in '97, as 

 against 565 head in '96! 



Evidently, game around Enosburg Falls 

 is not increasing very fast. A few more 

 side hunts may clear the woods completely, 

 and then what will the woodpecker hunters 

 do for excitement, and Glory with a big G? 

 But let them not despair. When the wild 

 creatures are all gone, there is one other 

 kind of a contest in which they can choose 

 sides, and engage with equal honor, and 

 even greater excitement than attends an or- 

 dinary side hunt. They can have, annually, 

 a sheep-stealing contest, and can earn even 

 greater glory than they do now in stalking 

 woodpeckers and jays. 



SQUIRRELS IN OHIO. 



Buffalo, N. Y. 



Editor Recreation: I have just re- 

 turned from a visit to my cousin, in Illinois, 

 where I had 'great fun shooting squirrels 

 and rabbits. 



One morning, at 5 o'clock, we started 

 for the woods, about 2 miles from town. 

 As we were walking down the road we 

 saw a young rabbit, about 75 feet ahead. 

 Frank bowled him over at the first shot. 



Then we saw some quails, but it was out 

 of season, so we let them go. 



As we entered the woods, Frank saw a 

 squirrel running up a tree. I walked half 

 around the tree and stood still. It was not 

 long before a branch began to bend, and 

 there was my squirrel, in plain sight. I 

 fired, and down he came. 



Frank went over into the woods, and 

 soon called me to come. I went and saw 

 a big black squirrel sailing up a tree. I 

 fired but missed; then got on the other 

 side of the tree and there he was scolding 

 and barking. My rifle rang out once more, 

 and the second squirrel was added to my 

 bag. 



When I reached Frank, he had 5. We 

 sat down on a log and waited. Soon we 

 heard a squirrel bark in the tree right over 

 us. Looking up, we saw 3 playing tag. 

 First I fired and down one came. Then 



Frank's rifle cracked, followed by a thud, 

 as a squirrel struck the ground. Then I 

 got the other one. Finally we started for 

 home with 24 squirrels. 



Each of us used a Marlin 1897 model 

 rifle, 22 calibre. Harry H. Larkin. 



HUNTING IN THE BAD LANDS. 



I camped for a week with my father and 

 2 guides, 10 or 12 miles from our ranch, 

 and near the Little Missouri river. We put 

 up a fair sized tent and 2 smaller ones, and 

 cooked our meals over a campfire. We 

 went to bed early the first night as we were 

 all tired. 



The next morning I arose at 6.30 to give 

 my horse water, while the rest of the party 

 cooked breakfast. I put my rifle in the 

 scabbard and rode to the spring. Before I 

 got half way there, I saw, near the spring, 

 4 deer. I returned and told the rest of the 

 party. They were ready in a few moments, 

 and my father and his guide decided to go 

 on the opposite side of the gulch, while I 

 went down it. They told me not to fire 

 until they came; so I waited, and finally 

 saw them. I fired, and the ball struck un- 

 der the deer. I let go again, and this time 

 hit the deer back of the shoulder. Mean- 

 while the other deer were running up the 

 gulch toward my father. I heard him fire, 

 and ran to him. He said, " Look down in 

 that little ditch, I just shot a buck there." 



I looked, and said, " I don't see any 

 buck." " Well," said father, " I knocked 

 him over." We hunted high and low for 

 the buck, but could not find it. We went 

 to where I shot mine, and in one spot saw 

 a pool of blood, but that was all. We 

 hunted for him a long while, and then gave 

 it up. I mounted my horse again, and was 

 riding up the gulch, when I heard a shot. 

 Soon after, I saw my father standing over a 

 deer that had been shot through the shoul- 

 der, but quite far back. I said, " That is the 

 one I shot," and sure enough it was. I did 

 not allow enough for his running. He was 

 running his last when father shot him. 

 Edmund C. Converse, Jr., 

 St. Paul's School. 



WHERE THE MOUNTAIN SHEEP ARE. 



Redlodge, Mont. 



Editor Recreation: In September Rec- 

 reation, Mr. Winegar, of St. Anthony, 

 says there is no place in this country where 

 mountain sheep can be found in a day's 

 ride from the R. R. I know 2 places where 

 T can find sheep, and plenty of them, with- 

 in a day's ride of a R. R. At one place, in 

 particular, I will guarantee to show a party 

 sheep, and they can camp at the depot. 



If Mr. Winegar will write me, I will tell 

 him where he can find 500 mountain sheep, 



