FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 



289 



of California, says, "My conscience is not 

 troubling me any now." 



A. W. Land, Duluth, Minn. 



GAME NOTES. 



Oregon is waking up, or at least her 

 game warden is. I enclose a clipping from 

 the Oregonian that will make you feel 

 good or I am mistaken. 



Ole Oleson, of West Fork, while bringing a large num- 

 ber of deer hides to Koseburg to sell last Wednesday, 

 was apprehended by our game warden and the skins were 

 confiscated. On Thursday Oleson w is given a jury trial 

 in Justice Miller's court, was convicted of unlawfully 

 transporting deer hides, and fined $300 and costs, in de- 

 fault of which he was committed to jail. L.'Deach, pro- 

 prietor of the Roseburg tannery, was also tried Thursday 

 afternoon on a charge of unlawfully handling deer skins 

 and converting them into merchandise, and was found 

 guilty as charged. He was fined $100, which was promptly 

 paid. Oleson's brother has also been arrested on a charge 

 of unlawfully handling deer hides, but has not yet been 

 convicted. 



J. W. T., Portland, Ore. 



There is a lot of truth in what you say, 

 but from time immemorial the hog has 

 been the synonym for everything that was 

 greedy, selfish and indecent. Hence, he 

 seems to typify the nature of the Web- 

 bers better than even Webber himself 

 could ever do. — Editor. 



Recreation has become, beyond doubt, 

 the best sportsmen's magazine published, 

 regardless of price. Your constant and 

 persistent warfare on the game hog is 

 creating throughout the West a healthy 

 public sentiment. 



This is the grandest country in the 

 world for quails. Cover is plentiful ev- 

 erywhere, the winters are mild, and the 

 breeding season free from killing storms 

 of rain. Our last Legislature made it pos- 

 sible for ' persons in the Territory to kill 

 quails for the local market, and the re- 

 sult has been disastrous. Thousands of 

 quails are on the market everywhere, and 

 they sell for 75 cents to $1 a dozen. None 

 can be shipped out of the Territory under 

 the law, but it h . been done, and some 

 convictions have followed. Our next Leg- 

 islature should prevent the selling of game. 



A. R. Museller, Perry. Oklahoma. 



I should like to know what you con- 

 sider a reasonable bag of quails and rab- 

 bits for one day's hunt. 



Charles Zombro, Marion, Ind. 



ANSWER. 



I consider 10 quails a fair bag for one 

 day, and no man should kill more than 

 50 in any one season. As to rabbits, it is 

 impossible to make a rule to fit all cases. 

 In many places they are so numerous as 

 to be a pest to farmers and fruit growers. 

 In such cases it is necessary to kill them 



oil as rapidly as possible, and there can 

 be practically no limit to the number one 

 man may kill in a day. In districts where 

 rabbits are scarce and where they are not 

 doing any material damage to farm prop- 

 erty, then no one should kill more than 

 10 a day. — Editor. 



Some 3 or 4 weeks ago I wrote you, 

 asking where I could procure a good duck 

 call, not knowing you at the time. With 

 the view of assisting me you published 

 my note in Recreation, and now I must 

 ask you to thank, through Recreation, 

 the 3 or 4 dozen sportsmen who so kindly 

 answered my inquiry and recommended 

 various calls. The letters received in an- 

 swer to the one in Recreation show the 

 kindly feeling existing among all true 

 lovers of the rod and gun, and the will- 

 ingness to give one another information. 

 Several parties inquired of the game in 

 this section, and as I have not the avail- 

 able time to answer them by letter, will 

 further ask you to advise them that we 

 have deer, ducks, squirrels and quails, 

 H. E. Scott, Columbia, S. C. 



We had been hunting ruffed grouse 

 since morning; it was getting well along 

 in the afternoon, and we hadn't found a 

 bird. We were going over a white 

 birch knoll, and my companion was re- 

 galing me with stories of some remarkable 

 shots he had made. Once, he told me, an 

 eagle had flown from a crag some 300 

 yards ahead of him, and he had cut its 

 head off with his trusty Winchester. Just 

 then a big grouse flushed almost under 

 our feet and lit in a tree about 25 feet 

 away. Remembering my friend was my 

 guest, I told him to shoot. Away he 

 blazed, and off flew the grouse with never 

 a feather touched. My friend was short 

 of remarkable shot stories all the way 

 home. 



G. F. Dayton, Edmundston, N. B. 



In answer to D. G. Gunn's query, "Who 

 can beat that?" I give an experience of 

 mine while hunting in Jackson Hole, Wyo. 

 One afternoon my brother and I went out 

 for antelope on the benches along Snake 

 river. On our way we saw a flock of 10 

 or 15 mallard ducks in a little creek. Wait- 

 ing until they bunched I took a shot at 

 them with my .30-40 Winchester. I got 

 2; one was shot through the eye and the 

 other's neck was broken. I went to pick 

 them up and found another in the grass by 

 the side of the creek. That one was not 

 hurt in the least, and the only explanation 

 I can give is that he was scared to death. 

 I used a steel-nosed bullet. This is a little 



