FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 
fell to his gun. He said he was heartily 
ashamed of his kill, but the others laughed 
at him for not getting more. When about 
to take his 34 ducks to distribute to friends, 
he was informed that no birds could be 
taken away, but that all must go to the 
Portland market and be sold for the benefit 
of the club treasury. Upon expressing’ mild 
surprise, he was told that this is the com- 
mon practice of all the clubs in Portland, 
and on investigation, found it true. 
I have since talked with a man who trav- 
els for a large gun house and who would 
not wish to be quoted by name. He con- 
firmed the report that such conditions exist 
in Portland and, to some extent in Seattle 
also, 
I confess I have not been guiltless my- 
self in years gone by, but since readinz 
RECREATION, and especially since joining 
the L. A. S. several years ago, I am con- 
tent with the legal limit or with less. I 
think any community should be shown up . 
that permits wholesale slaughter of game by 
clubs of so-called sportsmen, which, if done 
by a market hunter, would doubtless land 
him in jail and would be called a crime. » 
P. D. W., Spokane, Wash. 
There are 2 cities on this continent that 
are especially notorious for the large num- 
ber of game hogs who root in their streets. 
These ase Denver and Portland, and while 
there are many respectable sportsmen in 
both places, the bristleback element is so 
largely predominant that it would really 
be a blessing to the game protective inter- 
ests of the country at large if both cities 
should be swallowed up by earthquakes. You 
should not mention the members of the 
Portland ducking clubs as sportsmen. By 
so doing you degrade the term. A gang of 
men who will club together and kill ducks 
at the rate of 100 a day each, and then sell 
them, are beneath the notice of any true 
sportsman, and your friend who associated 
with these men for one day should be 
ashamed of the fact as long as he lives. I 
have been invited to shoot with these dirty 
loafers at Portland, but I would rather go 
into a genuine hog corral, anywhere, and eat 
shucks with the 4 footed beasts than be 
found in the club house with such disrepu- 
table and disgraceful 2 legged brutes as 
these who comprise the Portland club you 
tell about.—Enbrror. 

SPORT OR MEAT? 
There is no question as to whether or not 
game should be protected; the question is, 
for what purpose? In days gone by we 
were taught that game was created for 
’ table use. If that be true, then I favor 
still hunting of deer and ground shooting 
of birds, in order that we may secure the 
mést meat with the least labor. Killing an 
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animal for meat is only butchering; and 
when we want to kill a beef do we put dogs 
after it in order to make the task longer 
and more exciting? When we want a 
ae for dinner do we scare it to make it 
Ped readers on seeing this may say 
I am not a sportsman and can not feel 
the thrill of triumph that a successful shot 
brings to the hunter. If they call still hunt- 
ing deer or ground shooting birds sport, 
then°I am not a sportsman. I have killed 
but 2 deer in my life, and only for their 
meat. I still hunted both, and there was no 
more sport about it than about butchering 
a beef. 
It seems to me that game was created to 
furnish sport as well as meat, and in that 
belief I heartily endorse the article by J. 
D. Morley in July Recreation. I am not 
so tender hearted as Mr. Morley, and might 
hunt another deer if I needed his flesh, but 
will never still hunt one for sport. Mr. 
Rodney West, with many other anti-hound- 
ing men, contends that one can kill more 
deer by still hunting than with hounds; as 
if the quantity of venison secured was the 
only object in view. If he is right, hound- 
ing should be a measure of protection to 
the deer. If he is wrong, it will still be 
instructive to compare the 2 methods. 
The still hunter noiselessly treads the 
forest until, warned by the cracking of 
twigs that he is in the vicinity of game, 
he hides to wait for a shot. Presently a 
deer comes in sight. The hunter pulls 
trigger and his mania to kill is, for the 
moment, gratified. The rest of his experi- 
ence is labor. What little sport there was 
he enjoyed alone and it lasted but a mo- 
ment. 
The hounding man, having learned where 
a deer is ranging, invites a number of 
friends to share the sport and enjoy the 
music of the chase. A dozen hounds sweep 
over the trail, a dozen steeds pull furious- 
ly on their bits and as many human hearts 
beat gayly, relieved for the present of all 
worldly care. The chase continues for 
miles and hours until the deer is bayed and 
killed. Then the hunters share the venison 
as they have shared the sport. 
The still hunter has a whole carcass 
hanging in his smokehouse and if he want- 
ed only meat, is doubtless satisfied. The 
hounded deer yields as much meat and, in 
addition, furnished a day’s recreation to a 
whole neighborhood. 
I should like to hear from more RECREA- 
TION readers in regard to what our wild 
game is for. 
H. S. Ferrell, Weiser, Idaho. 
AFFAIRS IN THE TETON RESERVE. 
Having been a guide and trapper on the 
Teton forest preserve in Wyoming since 

