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RECREATION. 



Silverton. They say they had a glorious time and 

 found game in abundance. They killed 3 turkeys, 

 a number of ducks and 340 quails. — Augusta (Ga.) 

 Herald. 



I wrote Mr. Stallings about this matter 

 and he replied as follows: 



The quail shooting you ask about took 

 place near Irvington, S. C. There were 

 3 in tne party. It was an all-day hunt, 

 each man working a separate dog. We 

 bagged 292 quails and one wild turkey. 

 F. M. Stallings, Augusta, Ga. 



ANSWER. 



It is not surprising that the baseball 

 players should have made hogs of them- 

 selves, because they are accustomed to 

 rooting for other games than the ones they 

 play at, but Mr. Stallings is postmaster at 

 Augusta, and one would naturally expect 

 him to be a gentleman under all circum- 

 stances. He has, however, besmeared 

 himself with the filth of the game hogs' 

 wallow, and President Roosevelt, being a 

 thorough sportsman, should remove him 

 at once. — Editor. 



known long ago that the making of such 

 bags as you boast of puts you in the pen 

 with the other game hogs. — Editor. 



It was on a clear, cold morning in No- 

 vember that we started from our camp on 

 the bank of Little Spokane river, about 25 

 miles North from Spokane. The first rays 

 of the morning sun diademed the head of 

 Mount Carleton, among whose foot-hills 

 we were to hunt for deer. We kept on our 

 march for several hours, with only a chance 

 shot at a rabbit or grouse. At length we 

 began to discover fresh tracks of deer, and 

 pushed forward, occasionally following a 

 track for a long distance. Not a deer came 

 in sight. The sun had well nigh reached 

 the meridian before we stopped to lunch, 

 after which we began to retrace our steps 

 to camp. A long and circuitous tramp over 

 fallen trees and through tangled under- 

 brush brought us to the backbone of a 

 long mountain, and we took a bee line for 

 camp. Within ]/ 2 a mile of it a large 

 fat doe appeared with head erect and nos- 

 trils distended. "Bang," "bang" went our 

 guns and down it came. We set about 

 dressing it and having completed the job 

 we loaded it on one of our saddle horses 

 and started home. 



G. F. Brill, Spokane, Wash. 



I received your letter asking if I killed 

 37 quails in one day. I did. It was the 

 largest bag I made last season, though I 

 many times killed more in previous years. 

 Eight years ago I shot no quails in one 

 day. 



Covington Reynolds, Bridgeville, Del. 



And so it appears that you are one of the 

 Delaware breed of swine who have not 

 yet been reached by the enlightening in- 

 fluence of Recreation. If you had been 

 reading this magazine you would have 



My favorite sport is hunting. I have a 

 single barrel Forehand shot gun, a double 

 barrel muzzle loader, a 50-70 Springfield 

 rifle and a 22 Hamilton. Sometimes my 

 father hunts with me. The other day I 

 went out with my single barrel to a place 

 2 miles distant from our farm. I was look- 

 ing for fox squirrels and saw something in 

 a large squirrel's nest. I blazed and the 

 object disappeared. Then I saw some- 

 thing in the crotch of the tree, and when I 

 fired, down came a raccoon. Another 

 stuck his head out of a hole in time to get 

 shot, and just then the one on the nest 

 fell. I think 4 coons in 2 minutes is doing 

 well. 



Jason I. Chappell, Springport, Mich. 



A dozen years ago we had abundance of 

 sage hens and prairie chickens. Now they 

 are rare. 



Herds of sheep range over the country, 

 trampling over the nests, breaking the eggs 

 or frightening the mother from her post, 

 when the Dago herders gather and eat the 

 eggs. 



These shepherds are worse than game- 

 hogs. Deer will not stay where the sheep 

 range, so we are losing our deer, too. 



Our game laws are not enforced. No 

 game is protected. A whole day's tramp 

 will not secure half a dozen shots. 



James P. Riley, Humboldt Co., Nev. 



All over this country men who take Rec 

 reation and men who do not ; men who 

 like it and men who do not ; men who curse 

 its fighting editor and men who do not, have 

 been influenced by the new gospel of game 

 protection, which it is so industriously en- 

 gaged in spreading. 



You have reared a mighty monument to 

 yourself. No marble erected to your mem- 

 ory can ever prove so enduring as your 

 work in shaping and permanently forming 

 American sportsmanship. 



Dr. A. J. Woodcock, Byron, 111. 



Charles Hileman and William Cartwright, wire 

 nail workers, started out from Anderson, Ind., be- 

 fore daybreak for a hunt. Hileman has a bird dog 

 and his son has a goat. The dog and the goat are 

 about the same size and. sleep in the barn. The 

 barn was dark at the time the rig was got out for 

 the hunting trip. After all was ready Hileman went 

 into a dark corner to pick up the dog, which he 

 supposed was asleep. He got the goat instead, and 

 not observing his mistake, put Billy into the rear of 

 the wagon. After the wagon had bumped over the 

 roads 2 miles from town the goat gave a plaintive 

 bleat, and the hunters hurried back to town, but 

 too late to cover up the joke. The dog was still 

 asleep in the barn. — Indianapolis News. 



