
where we expected to get a moose, but did 
not see one, we then came back to within 12 
miles of the nearest railroad point and 
hunted deer, where we killed 6. 
While there I learned of outrageous viola- 
tions of the game law. I vowed I would 
give RecrEATION the facts, and perhaps it 
would stir up the game hogs. 
One Dr. Harrison, hailing from Adrian, 
Mich., has 2 cabins on Big Fork river, in 
Itasca county, where he has put in his time 
from July to October Ist for the last 3 or 
4 years. Last year, from early in July to the 
Ist of October, he killed 16 moose and a 
greater number of deer. 
he and Agent Fullerton are on very friendly 
terms. When a resident of Itasca county 
wrote Agent Fullerton offering his services 
to secure evidence to convict Dr. Harrison, 
he did not secure his aid, but he wrote Dr. 
Harrison giving him warning. 
Two or 3 years ago the Doctor had a 
moose head shipped from Grand Rapids. 
Fullerton was notified and captured it in 
St. Paul. When Dr. Harrison came on a 
little later, they dined together and the Doc- 
tor took his moose head home with him. 
Being asked if he were not afraid of being 
caught, he replied that it was all right if 
one knew how to “ work it.” 
I enclose a clipping about ‘‘ Moose Meat.” 
Also 2 blue prints, one shows the Doctor 
sitting on a moose killed the preceding 
night; the other shows a moose hung up. 
Doctor H. makes no distinction as to age 
or sex, but kills everything in sight. The 
biue prints are somewhat faded, but you 
may be able to make use of the best one. 
I will do all I can to assist you in your 
war against the game hogs and law breakers. 
M. P. Austin, M.D. 

THREE TURKEYS AND A BOY. 
E. H. 
This story dates 1846, place, Westfield, 
Medina Co., O. 
I was at this time 12 years of age and a 
farmer's boy. My father had gone to 
Cleveland with a load of wheat, and I had 
things to look after on the farm. I went 
to drive the cows to pasture in a back lot, 
about 14 a mile from the house and when I 
arrived at the gate, I saw a large flock of 
turkeys crossing the pasture toward our 
sugar bush, quite a large tract of timber. 
As soon as I saw them, I started for the 
house as fast as a strong limbed, bare-footed 
boy could go, rushed in and told my mother 
there were a lot of large turkeys down in 
the pasture. and I wanted to take my pa’s 
gun and shoot one. She demurred, but I 
became eloquent and she consented, telling 
me to be very careful. . 
_What a gun that was! A muzzle loading 
rifle that carried 200 round balls to the 
pound, and weighed 11 pounds, with pill 
lock and hair trigger. Well, when I arrived 
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in the field, not a turkey was in sight: but I 
scudded across the lot, crawled up to the 
fence and looked sharp for the birds. I saw 
a large gobbler running up a steep bank, 
about 50 yards away. The muzzle of the 
old gun quickly rested on the fence, and just 
a touch and a sharp report, then I saw the 
turkey rolling and tumbling down the bank. 
Oh! what a thrill of ecstasy! But there was 
a whack, whack of strong wings, and the 
whole flock fled on into the timber. I had 
a turkey bone in my pocket, so reloading 
the gun, I ran into the wood about 30 or 4a 
rods and hid in the top of a tree that had 
been blown off when the leaves were on. 
I gave 3 sharp yawps on the bone, and a 
small hen turkey came out of a clump of 
spice bush and answered. A sharp report, 
and the turkey fluttered its last. I heard 
several turkeys fly farther into the woods, so 
I reloaded the gun and went to a fence that 
ran through the sugar bush and sat down. 
I could hear turkeys calling all around me. 
Just as I was going to call on the bone, I 
heard a turkey fly up on the fence. Rising 
carefully, I looked down the fence and there 
stood a young gobbler not 15 rods away. 
Laying the heavy gun on the fence, a quick 
glance along the barrel, a sharp report, and 
the third turkey was mine. Now came the 
tug of war. I carried the gun and last 2 
turkeys, to where I had killed the first one, 
but I could not carry the third and the gun, 
so I carried the big turkey and the gun as 
far as I could look back, and so with the 
others, until I arrived home. Mother looked 
surprised when I threw down the 3 turkeys, 
and when father came home he said I had 
beaten the family record. Great was the 
rejoicing in the kitchen. 

THE FOURTH: SHOT SCORED! 
It was “order day,” and the hunt, which 
I had so long promised myself must be post- 
poned till afternoon, though I had hoped to 
beat the sun into the woods. My beautiful 
.44 rifle was almost worn out with caressing 
and polishing. : 
At last the work was done and, eating a 
hasty dinner, I set out toward a field in 
which, the previous evening, I had seen a 
buck leisurely feeding. Alas, no trace of 
him was visible. He was probably 20 miles 
from there by that time. 
After a useless quest I decided to go to 
a deserted farmhouse nearby, where was 
an orchard, in the faint hope that a deer 
might be lured there by the apples, skirting 
an adjoining swamp as I went. On the way 
I surprised a grouse sunning himself, and 
in an instant decapitated him. 
Cautiously approaching the swamp I 
startled 2 deer which rapidly disappeared 
among the trees. Remembering what my 
brother had once told me I _ shouted: 
““Ba-a-a, Ba-a-a.”’ The deer stopped. 
Creeping carefully through the bush, lo! 

