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HAND REARING AT THE WYONDANCH CLUB. 



By Frederic A. Dallett. 



In regard to our recent attempt at 

 raising game for shooting purposes, I 

 would say that in 1913 we raised about 

 1,000 mallards and 800 pheasants, and 

 in 1914 about 1,200 mallards and 800 

 pheasants. As the birds raised were all 

 used during the shooting season by the 

 club we did not market any in either 

 year. 



This season we are in hope of raising 

 a larger supply of both mallards and 

 pheasants and I am in hopes we will 

 have between 2,000 and 2,500 of each. 



Enclosed herewith I am sending you 

 a few photographs, No. 1 of the club 

 house, No. 2 of the gamekeeper's lodge 

 and the balance being photographs of 

 some of our ponds, which you may find 

 of use. 



I would suggest your making us a 

 visit and have already spoken to our 

 steward, Ben Tyler, and Gamekeeper 

 Edgar that you will probably do so and 

 they will be pleased to make you com- 

 fortable in case you are able to visit the 

 club. 



FISH-EATING BIRDS. 



By Charles Hallock. 



When young Von Steinwehr, of Cin- 

 cinnati, shot the loon on Geneva Lake, 

 in Minnesota, last summer, nearly all 

 the guests at the beach condoned the 

 act because, they said, it was a most ex- 

 cellent shot, right in the eye, from a 

 moving boat, at a distance of 100 yards, 

 with a rifle. The big bird was not mu- 

 tilated at all for a specimen, and it was 

 accordingly stuffed forthwith by taxi- 

 dermist Lindquist and mounted as a 



trophy at the Geneva Beach Hotel. It 

 stood on the glass cigar case in the office 

 where its long indicative bill pointing 

 constantly toward the open "tickler" on 

 the desk, served as a perpetual reminder 

 of unpaid dues for boat hire, cigars, fish 

 bait, frogs and ginger ale. 



Old Man Updegraff, however declared 



that it was a shame to kill the loons. 



.There were only a few of them left, and 



he loved to see them flying from lake to 



