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as the smoke from the Boat at a tryangle 

 from the line of our coarse this brought 

 the Ducks in the tryangle and they began 

 to get frightened and first look at the 

 Boat and then at the smok and by this 

 time we had put on all speed and the En- 

 gine was exaustin like a pasenger Engine 

 pulling a Train at the rat of a mile a min- 

 ute and we had them so Badly frightened 

 that they Began to Dive & by this time we 

 was upon them & Leo let go the Big No 

 10 gun & I kept it up with my two guns 

 the Engine was reversed & the Boat 

 stoped in little over its length so we 

 brough to a standstill in reach of those 

 that Dove and they seamed to come up 

 just as fast as we could load and shoot 

 We dont Know or have any idee How 

 many time we shot but kep up the Canade 

 as long as there was any in reach and 

 when we had them picking up & counted 

 ther was (48) forty eight to our credit 

 this Broke up the flock in to smoll flocks 

 and as ther was so many with wings broke 

 and cripled that they become easy victims 

 as they preferred to Dive rather than 

 take the chances flying which was good 

 judgment in them we folowed them up 

 untill we run out of amunition and run in 

 to Breakfast & and on counting up found 

 we had killed & got 87 mud hens and 64 

 Ducks got in at Half Past 7 oclock and 

 Leos wife had Breakfast redy which we 

 cat in a hurry & returned to finish the 

 Spaniard as I remarked as we returned 

 with amunition suficient to kill two Hun- 

 dred more by this time the local Hunters 

 near the lake had begun to put out in 

 small boats shooting our cripples we killed 

 and got 24 more Duck and mud hens 

 enough to make an even Hundred could 

 have Killed more mud hens but Desided 

 not to do so I am 56 years old & this is 

 the finest Days sport I Ever Had and I 

 have Hunted since I was 12 years oald 

 and use to Hunt Duck an the Kankee 

 River and marshes when I Had to mak 

 my living by selling the game I killed 



I am going to build me a Faster yacht 

 this winter 



& if I live you may Hear from me again 



W L Casaday 



P. S. I Have a Photo of Part of the 

 game as we caried it from the yacht to 

 the Cotage Can send one if you wish 

 What is your rates for advertising 



ANSWER. 



No, I don't care for the photo. I would 

 advise you to send that to the Police Ga- 

 zette. My readers all know what you look 

 like, from your own description of your- 

 self. One thing certain, there can be no 

 doubt as to the length of your bristles. 



As for the ad. I would not print it 

 if you should bury it in gold a foot deep. — 

 Editor. 



GRIZZLY PETE AND M. P. DUNHAM. 



Jackson, Wyo. 

 Editor Recreation: 



I knew a man living at Henry's lake, in 

 1884, who was always throwing stones, but 

 lived in a glass house. Old Grizzly Pete 

 has written his word down, through a 

 Lucerne widow stenographer, that he is 

 trying to reform, and if no one throws up 

 his past short comings, he is likely to sur- 

 vive these new fangled progressive ideas: 



I ain't going to kill any more elk than 

 I want to eat, and won't kill every blamed 

 varmint I see just 'cause I want to shoot 

 off the old .45-70 and see 'em drop. 



In '84 there used to be some great guns 

 up at Henry's lake — I guess there are yet. 

 I don't see how they can make them any 

 better, nowdays. I was just talking to my 

 old woman last night, aid 1 asked her ;i 

 she remembered those foxes old M. P. 

 Dunham used to shoot at from the upper 

 end of Henry's lake. The foxes used to 

 be running around on the ice 4 miles away, 

 and how he used to see his 50-120 Sharpe's 

 bullets knock up the snow around them. 



She said, "Yes, he used to tell about 

 knocking the bark off that old pine tree 

 way t'other end of the lake, 4 miles or 

 more. And," says she, "he must have been 

 telling the truth cause he could prove all 

 these things by High Livermore, end old 

 High wouldn't lie. The tree died after- 

 wards." 



I says to the old woman: "I don't be- 

 lieve he done it, 'cause that same winter, I 

 knowed of a bunch of 17 elk calves, which 

 come down on the east side of the lake, 

 and Dunham and Deney McDonald went 

 after them, each taking 50 rounds of am- 

 munition. They wasn't very good shots 

 them days, 'cause they had to come back to 

 the house after more cartridges to kill the 

 cripples, but they did manage to exter- 

 minate the whole bunch. 



"Course I don't know how to compare 

 them old guns with these new fangled 

 ideas. I don't see how Dunham is such a 

 crack shot, and how he knows a good gun 

 from a bad one. If he tells the story him- 

 self, whv then of course he can make a 

 good record, but when he shoots 150 shots 

 into a bunch of poor, weak ca 1 f elks 'fore 

 he gets them all killed, then I advertises 

 the fact that he ain't a very good judge." 



Grizzly Pete knows Dunham is a pretty 

 good fisherman: I knows when he use 

 to catch 400 to 500 big trout with hook and 

 line out of Henrys lake every day, and 

 some days when the market at Butte, Boze- 

 man and Helena was good, then he would 

 take the seine and get from 1,000 to 2,000 

 trout at a haul. The old woman says: 

 "Yes, and there ain't many fish left in 

 Henry's lake, I tell you. Dunham was a 

 good fisherman, but he wasn't much of 



