FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 



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for a start next day. We had traveled 

 from the Atlantic coast, sightseeing, and 

 this was looked forward to as the climax 

 to our trip. 



Next morning Burke and one man, my 

 companion and I, started with 4 saddle and 

 3 pack horses. The route led up a canyon 

 1,500 to 2,000 feet deep with a silvery 

 stream flowing through it. On our way 

 we passed the Gilla Lee monument at the 

 mouth of Lee creek, where a Mr. Lee, 

 member of the English Parliament, was 

 killed by falling about 1,800 feet while 

 hunting mountain sheep. 



The tents were pitched early for our first 

 camp. Then we rode out a little distance, 

 and saw a number of deer, feeding in a 

 ravine. Such funny looking things to me ; 

 such ears and such a queer gait! One 

 would think they were a lot of rheumatic 

 mules instead of deer. They were mule- 

 deer and that was my introduction to them. 



On our way the following forenoon a 

 lone antelope was seen, and as we were 

 in want of meat a bullet was sent through 

 his head. We also ran across 2 rattle- 

 snakes, which we deprived of their rattle- 

 boxes. 



We reached our destination that after- 

 noon, on the shore of Ten Sleep lake, away 

 up in the mountains. There we fished 

 or rode 8 or 10 miles from camp nearly 

 every day ; prospected for gold, basked in 

 the sun and loitered away a few days in the 

 pure air and in seeing some of nature's 

 wonders. It was not only pleasant, but in- 

 vigorating. We saw a number of elk and 

 deer, and the sight of them would start 

 a thrill and send the blood coursing at a 

 double-quick pace. Then, too, the adven- 

 tures over rocks, ledges and mountain 

 tops; sliding the horses down the sides of 

 ledges and scaling banks almost perpen- 

 dicular, were experiences entirely new to 

 one who had led a quiet life in the East. 

 They contained just enough danger to 

 make them attractive. 



In a few days there was a cry for more 

 meat, so we paired and started out, Burke 

 and I hunting together. He said we could 

 easily kill a deer in 2 hours. A doe was 

 seen when about a mile from camp. We 

 dismounted and ran toward her. Soon a 

 buck came into sight, stopped and looked 

 at us. We both knelt and fired. The buck 

 ran about 15 rods and fell. Only half an 

 hour had passed since leaving camp. 



With a good deal of grunting and hard 

 lifting we got the buck on the horse, and 

 returned. Our friends had seen a few deer, 

 but failed to get a shot. 



After another day we struck camp and 

 returned to the ranch, having enjoyed to 

 the fullest the few days in the mountains. 



Dr. D. S. Adams. 



GAME imc pETZ. 



In May, '99, Recreation I commented ©11 



the conduct of "Commodore" Betz, Phila- 

 delphia brewer, who, with a party of 

 friends, had just then returned from a 

 shooting trip in Pamlico sound, with tin- 

 rigging of their yacht strung full of game 

 they had killed. They sailed into Phila- 

 delphia with this disgusting exhibition, 

 and had themselves, their yacht and their 

 victims photographed. 



In November last they repeated this 

 ploit, and again disgraced themselves by 

 posing the whole outfit in front of a camera. 

 The Philadelphia papers, as usual, ga 

 lot of space to grandiloquent announce- 

 ments of the return of these swine, and 

 many clippings from these papers were sent 

 me. Here are a few of the expressions of 

 disgust that accompanied them : 



1 send you to-day a clipping from the 

 North American, which tells a sickening 

 story of the exploits of brewer Betz and 

 his fellow swine. The more we read and 

 the more details come out of this disgrace 

 ful slaughter the more indignant all de- 

 cent, respectable men become. I do not 

 know of any more disgusting exhibition 

 than is shown and boasted of by the mem- 

 bers of this party. I will with pleasure join 

 the L. A. S. and send you check herewith 

 for my membership fee. I am in hearty 

 accord with what you are doing and hope 

 you will give it straight and fair to the 

 brutes who made this disgraceful exhibi- 

 tion. Spare the hog! He is a noble ani- 

 mal in comparison with the men connected 

 with this slaughter. 



P. H. R., Philadelphia. Pa. 



Please find enclosed clipping from North 

 American of December 14th, 1800. It 

 designates the class to which Bet/, the 

 brewer's son, and his followers be! 

 One of the party, Glosser. says canvas 

 backs are seldom seen. If we were all such 

 as he there would be no ducks or other 

 game at all. It is a pity these people could 

 not have been lost in a fog. Then game 

 would be more plentiful for those who can 

 only get a dav off now and then. 



R. A. F., Philadelphia. Pa. 



I enclose a picture and an account of 

 some of our Philadelphia swine. You 

 know how to take care of these people, 

 and I need only say I hope to see their 

 names in a future number of RsCREATl 



Betz's address is 1400 Girard avenue. 

 Philadelphia. If you do air these fell 

 please send Betz a marked copy. 

 E. W. Barnes. Philadelpl 



Enclosed you will find a clipping from 

 the Evening Bulletin telling about 

 Betz and some other panic hogs. PI' 

 give them a good roasting, as they deserve 

 it. A. W. W., Philadelphia. Pa. 



