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ficult to defend yourself against this 

 mild accusation. Of course you will 

 say game animals were made to kill 

 and to eat. The kind hearted woman 

 will reply, 



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TAKING A NIP. 

 Flash-light photograph made in Northern Michigan. 



" But how can you experience any 

 fun in killing an animal for food?" 

 You will say, 



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A MIDNIGHT INTRUSION. 



Flash-light photograph made in Northern Michigan. 



" The sport is not in the mere kill- 

 ing, but in the hunting." 



Then, if that is where the fun comes 

 in, why not hunt more with the camera 

 and less with the gun? At least, after 



having killed your camp meat, then 

 you should leave your gun in camp 

 and hunt with your camera. After 

 having killed enough game, you are 

 likely to see many fine specimens of 

 birds and mammals that you would 

 like to add to your collection. To do 

 so is to waste the game and to destroy 

 life, for the mere sake of hoarding up 

 treasures. 



You will certainly agree with me 

 that a fine photograph of a big buck, 

 or of a live grouse or quail, or of a 

 flock of ducks, is in any event as rich 

 a trophy and as valuable a keepsake 

 as the mounted head or skin of one 



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Flash-light photograph made on Whitefish river, Mich. 



of these specimens. In fact, the pict- 

 ure is much more valuable and may 

 be much more highly prized, because 

 the creature that wore the skin may 

 be still alive to grace the landscape. 

 If you kill the bird or animal for the 

 purpose of saving his head or his skin, 

 then you have ended his career; you 

 have cut off that much from next 

 year's crop of birds or mammals; you 

 have to this extent contributed to mak- 

 ing the forest a dreary waste; you have 

 to this extent curtailed the pleasures 

 of your friends and of posterity. 



The fondness for killing things for 

 the mere sport of killing, which many 

 of us experience, is a relic of barbar- 



