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RECREA TION. 



A 12 YEAR OLD HUNTER AND A 6-POINT HEAD. 



I enclose you a photo which I took of 

 my son, 12 years of age, showing him with 

 a 6-point elk head he had just shot and 

 skinned out. He was hunting with a 

 friend and me last fall on the head waters 

 of the Buffalo, Black Rock, and Green 

 rivers, in Northeast Wyoming, and proved 

 himself an enthusiastic and hardworking 

 sportsman. I do not think you have a 

 more interested reader of Recreation any- 

 where than John, Jr. 



John Bancroft, Wilmington, Del. 



ITS TAIL WAGGED. 



A big buck deer, suspended by his heels 

 in front of a game store on upper Broad- 

 way, created much excitement yesterday 

 afternoon. Stiff and stark as he was, he 

 wagged his tail. The man who first saw 

 the tail wag nearly fainted. 



"Have I got ! em?" he asked himself. 

 and then he stood open mouthed, watching 

 the tail wag on. A big crowd gathered. 

 In a few minutes the matinee reinforced 

 the throng, and Broadway was blocked. It 

 took 2 policemen to clear the sidewalk. 

 Still the deer k^ot on wagging his tail. 



Final 1 y the owner of the animal admitted 

 the trick. He had put a small electric bat- 

 tery inside the deer and attached the wires 

 to its tail. — Cincinnati Enquirer. 



LEROUX'S GARCON. 



G. W. STEVENS. 



We have some pretty dandy time 

 Way down here hon de bay; 



My leetle boy, she's six year old, 

 Mak' sunshine all de day. 



Sometime' we go out hon de boat 



An' row up to de store — 

 He put hes leetle han' on mine 



An' tink he pull de oar. 



He knows to shoot hes pa's big gun; 



I hoi' it cross my knee — 

 He tak' good aim an' let her fly — 



Shoot knot hole off de tree. 



An' when I go to lumber camp 

 He write me ever day, 

 Such funny leetle scrawl — but den 

 Hes pa know what he say. 



One day we fish an' get some bite 

 He pull an' nevair flinch — 



Den I pull, too — we get catfish 

 Weigh 'leven-pound' — two inch. 



Jaggs: "I hear Boggs is studying as- 

 tronomy." 



Naggs: "How can he do that? He's: 

 running a cheese factory." 



"Well, that's it; he's making studies of 

 the milky whey." 



I enclose you a snapshot of myself and 

 partner and the result of 2 days' sport in 

 South Dakota. There are 100 ducks, one 

 jackrabbit and one cottontail. Seventy- 

 nine of these ducks were killed in 3 hours 

 and the balance the next morning. 

 Arthur Felt, 



Ward Sheldon, Mason City, la. 



And you call it "2 days' sport." Why 

 not "2 days' slaughter?" You doubtless 

 call yourselves "sportsmen," but people 

 who believe in calling a spade a spade will 

 give you a more appropriate name. — 

 Editor. 



She: "It tells here of a man in Chicago 

 who hasn't spoken to his wife in 15 years." 



He: "P<^haps he is waiting for a 

 chance." — Life. 



two more shoats. 



