THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 283 
WING, FIN AND FLEETWOOD CLUB’S 
ANNUAL FISH FEED 
La Grande, Oregon, September 8, 1917. 
Vhe Oregon Sportsman: 
The Wing, Fin and Fleetwood Club held its annual fish feed at 
the Hotel Foley on the evening of the 7th inst., and a splendid time was 
enjoyed by all lucky enough to be present. Over 200 members of the 
club were present, all good sportsmen, This club enjoys three annual 
feeds each year. First, the fish feed; then in October comes the Chinese 
pheasant feed, and later the bear feed. We have lots of young cubs 
coming on for this event. More Eastern brook trout were caught for the 
fish feed than ever before, some of them being from 12 to 14 inches 
in length. While the boys enjoyed the banquet immensely, they missed 
the barley, corn and malt extracts, but were well satisfied, neverthless. 
Our genial game warden, J. W. Walden, was praised for the good 
work he has accomplished. You will find him at all times and all places, 
and you must be sure you have your license with you and that you 
have no small fish in your basket. If you have he will get you sure. 
He has made several examples of the fellow who shoots out of season, 
too. We have 1400 sportsmen in Union County and they are all helping 
the game warden enforce the laws. 
I, with others, angled for the banquet in the Little Salmon River, 
which runs through the ‘‘Switzerland of Oregon.’’ It was the first trip 
I ever made to that stream, but it won’t be the last. It is 98 miles from 
La Grande and the country through which it travels abounds in the 
finest scenery I have ever seen. We left La Grande by the way of Elgin, 
up the Wallowa River through Wallowa to the lake, and on through 
Enterprise, covering 123 miles on the trip. Arriving at Troy, I filled 
my basket that evening, fished the following day and left for Wallowa 
late in the afternoon. If the readers of The Sportsman want to take 
a splendid trip, this one will well repay them. You must have a good 
machine and a good driver, however, as no novice can drive a car up 
the famous Powatke hill. One can look down from the top of this hill 
and see seven streams over 3000 feet below, like ribbons running toward 
the Snake River. We brought home some prize winners, and were well 
paid for the trip. AL. ANDREWS, Seeretary. 
NINE-YEAR-OLD BOY SHOOTS DEER 
(From Eugene Guard.) 

Marion Dormond, the nine-year-old son of John Dormond, of Maple- 
ton, shot and killed a deer a few days ago, according to Harry Harring 
ton, of that place, who was in Eugene Wednesday. Marion was going 
swimming and heard something in the brush, and discovered that it was 
a buck. He went back to the house and, finding his father absent, took 
his rifle, a 25-35, with seven cartridges in the magazine, and went after 
the deer. He fired every shot in the gun, the last taking effect at a dis 
tance of 40 rods. 
The Dormond family were formerly residents of Eugene, moving 
‘onto a homestead at Mapleton about a year ago. 
