FROM THE GAME FIELDS. 
pleased. The election of officers for the en- 
suing year resulted as follows: Honorary 
president, L. B. Knight, chief game com- 
missioner of New Brunswick; president, 
Arthur Pringle, Stanley; vice-president, W. 
Harry Allen, Penniac; secretary-treasurer, 
Robert P. Allen, Fredericton; executive 
committee, Sydney Thomas, Charles Crem- 
in, G. E. Armstrong, with the president 
and vice-president ; committee on member- 
ship, Adam Moore, Thomas Pringle and 
Fred H. Reid. 
A resolution was passed reducing the 
membership fee from $5 to $2, and it was 
decided to admit honorary members on the 
same terms as ordinary members. A num- 
ber of applications for membership were re- 
ceived and favorably reported on by the 
membership committee, It is hoped to have 
every competent guide in the Province en- 
rolled in the association within a short time. 
There was some discussion over the game 
law, and the members agreed that it would 
be inadvisable to recommend any changes 
this year. The hope was expressed, how- 
ever, that the’ government would adopt 
more stringent measures to prevent the 
slaughter of big game during the winter. 
The members of the association are nearly 
all readers of RECREATION, and took occa- 
sion before separating to express their ap- 
proval of the trouncing which that excel- 
lent publication lately administered to an 
alleged sportsman from New York, named 
Jackson, for crooked work on the Nepi- 
siguit river, in this Province. 

IN A TEXAS CANEBRAKE, 
A ride of 20 miles took 5 sportsmen to 
the Big Thicket, an immense swamp in Jas- 
per county, Texas, where we were to hunt. 
Canebrakes miles long and wide shelter 
deer, bear, bob cats, foxes and many other 
animals, 
The manner of hunting deer is the same 
all through the Southern States; they are 
driven with hounds to stands where the 
hunters lie concealed. 
Three of the party used shot guns, anoth- 
er used a 38-55 rifle and I a 30-30. 
Break of day found us on our stands 
while our guide uncoupled 4 hounds in the 
thicket facing us. In less than 25 minutes 
the dogs found game in young cane at the 
‘edge of a creek. Above the deep throated 
baying of my Cuban bloodhound I could 
hear the crashing and cracking of brush 
caused by the stampede of deer. My posi- 
tion covered an open glade, near the center 
of which I lay in wait by my saddled 
horse. Suddénly out of the swamp dashed 
a buck. My first shot only served to ac- 
celerate his speed. A second caused him to 
stagger and a third killed him instantly. 
When dressing him I found that the sec- 
ond bullet had struck the right foreleg 
367 
just below the brisket, completely shatter- 
ing flesh and bone. My last shot struck 
fair on the right hind quarter, the mush- 
roomed bullet ranging upward and perfora- 
ting the liver and heart. 
Later in the day I missed a doe with: 
2 shots. In the evening I saw a spike buck 
drinking at a water hole. At 15 yards, my 
first bullet struck him in the left shoulder 
and, .mushrooming, passed out on the oppo- 
site side. 
The soft nosed ammunition has no equal 
for smashing power. When hunting tur- 
keys and wild geese I use the full mantled 
bullet with great success. 
La Paloma, Beaumont, Tex. 

IS DEER LIVER GOOD TO EAT? 
I see in February RECREATION, page 132, 
that E. B. Brigham, M.D., of Indianapolis, 
Ind., credits me with writing an amusing 
article entitled “Give Them Marlins,” and 
asks, “Did he ever eat a deer’s liver and 
how many of your readers ever did?” 
Possibly he has heard someone talk who 
killed a buck late in the fall. That is their 
running time, when the neck is swollen, 
and the liver would be worthless, being 
strong, as also the meat. This would also 
be true were the deer diseased, as is true 
in the hog family; but nearly all hog liv- 
ers are diseased, while disease is exceed- 
ingly rare in venison liver. 
Any old time Western hunter will cor- 
roborate my statement that a deer, killed 
in season and in good healthy condition, 
has a liver that, when properly cooked, will 
make every man around the camp’ fire 
smile, be he Fish Commissioner or an M.D. 
When the hunter, trapper, prospector or 
cowboy kills a deer he hangs the carcass 
high and makes tracks for camp, his gun 
on his shoulder and the liver securely tied 
on his saddle or in an old red handkerchief. 
Ever notice the smile he wears on reaching 
camp with this trophy? Only one smile 
beats it, and that is the one a man wears 
when getting into camp with about 20 rain- 
bow trout, 8 or 9 inches in length. 
Yes, sir, I have eaten venison, or deer, 
liver many, many times. It is tender, juicy. 
decidedly fine in flavor. It is superior to 
any veal liver. 
What will you say, Brother Brigham, 
when I invite you to produce a deer’s liver 
and show the gall? 
I hope to go hunting next fall, and if you 
will pay express charges I will send you the 
liver from a 2-year-old buck and let you 
tell RecrREATION readers about it. Couldn't 
get a .303 Savage and join me, could you? 
Jean Allison, Jerome, Ariz. 

WARNING TO FISH AND GAME HOGS. 
Mr. E. W. Wild, editor of the Erie, Pa., 
Dispatch, endorses. RECREATION’s crusade 
