FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 
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THE LAKE CHELAN REGION. 
- During the latter part of last June, while 
on a trip to the Northwest, I paid a short 
visit to Lake Chelan, Washington, and 
I advise all who may have the opportunity 
to do so to visit that interesting region. 
Few places that I know of offer so many 
attractions to the lover of nature or the 
seeker after health and recreation. The 
lake lies about 40 miles North of Wenat- 
chee, and is reached by daily steamer on 
the Columbia river, or stage if preferred, 
from that point. 
The lake is a beautiful sheet of remark- 
ably clear, cold water. extending from near 
the Columbia river about 60 miles North- 
west into the heart of the Cascade moun- 
tains, and averaging perhaps a mile and a 
half in width. Small steamers run to the 
head of the lake daily and the trip is most 
fascinating, the scenery becoming more 
grand and -picturesque at each turn in its 
gently curving shores. At the head of the 
lake the mountains rise from the water’s 
edge to 7,000 or 8,ooo feet. There are 
beautiful waterfalls and large glaciers in 
the mountains. Horseshoe basin, about 24 
miles above the head of the lake, in the 
main range of the Cascades, is said to rival 
Yosemite in grandeur. 
There was still much snow on the 
mountains the last of June. Deer, bear, 
goats and grouse comprise the principal 
species of game, and trout of 2 or 3 species 
abound in all the streams and in the lake. 
A State fish hatchery is now being located 
at the head of the lake to keep it and ad- 
jacent waters stocked, and the mountains 
are in a government forest reserve, so the 
' region bids fair to be an attractive one to 
the tourist and sportsman for a long time 
to come. To one interested in natural his- 
tory and geology, or fond of camp life and 
mountain climbing, there is no more de- 
sirable place. The elevation is moderate, 
the lake being about 1,000 feet above sea 
level and the climate in consequence is 
mild and pleasant throughout the greater 
part of the year, the long summers being 
delightful, with dry, pure and _ bracing 
mountain air, and nights always cool 
enough to sleep in comfort. The foot hiils 
and open country around the foot of the 
lake are a paradise for the fruit grower, 
and are beginning to be utilized for that 
purpose, so berries, cherries, peaches, ap- 
ples, etc., can be obtained in abundance in 
season. 
S. E. F., Chicago, Il. 

A VETERAN MOOSE HUNTER. 
I received your letter regarding the re- 
cently published statement that I have killed 
a moose every year for 53 years, and in 
some seasons aS many as 5 or 6. The ac- 
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count was written by my friend, George 
Leaman, who doubtless thought he was 
doing me a favor. 
From 1850 to 1870, when I was a young 
man and there was no game law, I, as well 
as my neighbors, hunted moose with dogs 
when the snow was deep and hard. Some 
seasons I got 4 to 6, and in the spring of 
’56 I helped kill 9. About that time I be- 
came disgusted with hounding, and was 
one of the first to demand a game law. 
Such a law was passed in 774, making a 
close season for 3 years. .The Province 
was divided into 6 game districts, each 
having a commissioner, and, to my surprise, 
I was appointed commissioner for Dis- 
trict No. I, comprising the 5 Western 
counties. I have held the office ever since, 
and my last annual report was the 29th I 
have written. Under the working of the 
law moose have rapidly increased. 
Since the passage of the law, my hunting 
has been confined to calling and still hunt- 
ing. During the last 5 years I have called 
6 moose, getting all but one the first morn- 
ing on the ground. I can not say how many 
IT have killed altogether, probably nearly 
100. I have been fortunate in living in a 
game country and in being able to hunt 
throughout a long life. If I have killed 
many moose, I have worked hard to pro- 
tect them, and the game of the Province 
-has no better friend than I. 
W. S. Crooker, S. Brookfield, N. S. 

WOULD NOT DO IT NOW. 
Your esteemed favor in’ which you ask 
me to tell you if the report is true that 
5 friends and I recently killed over 1,000 
birds in less than a day and a half, is re- 
ceived. I am sorry you have been misled 
in the way I see you have. The facts of 
the case are these: One of our daily papers 
is publishing each morning a number of 
extracts from its local pages of 20 yerrs 
ago, entitling it “ Twenty Years Ago To- 
day.” In October, 1883, 5 friends and I 
killed, in a day and a half, at Long lake. 
North of Letcher, about 8 miles West of 
here, nearly 1,500 ducks, and brought 
nearly 1,000 of them here to Sioux 
Falls and distributed them. During the 
years after the great flood of ’80, this 
whole country was practically alive with 
wild fowl, and it was no trick at all to 
shoot until one absolutely got tired. This 
item has evidently been circulated without 
regard to the time it referred to. There 
was then no limit on the number of birds 
that could be killed, and practically no 
game law. 
I do not wonder at your being startled, 
and no one condemns such slaughter as 
this more than I do at present. However, 
it has given me the pleasure of receiving 
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