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RECREATION. 



interesting. To what species of monkey 

 does that Vancouver Webber belong? You 

 are certainly having a lot of fun with him, 

 as are all your readers. It seems incredible 

 that any alleged man should be fool enough 

 to write such letters as he writes. If there 

 is a good blacksmith in Vancouver Webber 

 should get him to put a heavy band around 

 his (Webber's) head. If he don't, it is 

 likely to burst. I feel sorry for his Gordon 

 setter, to whom he refers in such boastful 

 terms. Any dog who is compelled to as- 

 sociate with such a specimen as Webber is 

 certainly in hard luck. 



Thomas Harris, Port Jervis, N. Y. 



from the shoulder. Your good work is 

 having its effect. 



C. P. Bissell, Grand Rapids, Mich. 



Your letter received. I do not remem- 

 ber how many deer I have killed, but my 

 old time friend and comrade, John Horna- 

 day, who goes with me every year, says the 

 number is 723. I have killed them until*I 

 was ashamed to kill any more. We have a 

 great many deer here yet, especially on the 

 Rio Grande, where we go every year. 



W. H. Owen, San Antonio, Tex. 



It's a great pity you don't stay ashamed 

 when you get to feeling that way. Two 

 deer is enough for any man to kill in a 

 year. Suppose you had hunted 40 years; 

 that would allow you 80 deer. Whatever 

 number you have killed beyond that, is in 

 excess of your share. — Editor. 



I congratulate you on the success of your 

 war on game hogs, and hope you will keep 

 it up. There are a few who have their sty 

 in the Hotel Coronado, San Diego, who 

 need roasting, if newspaper reports of their 

 exploits are true. 



Game about here is almost extinct, 

 though duck shooting on the fresh water 

 ponds near the ocean, about 24 miles from 

 Pasadena, is still good. The varieties 

 killed there are spoonbills, green wing teal, 

 widgeons, pin tails, gadwalls and mallards 

 in numbers about as I have placed them. 

 We also get cinnamon teal, canvas backs, 

 blue bills and ruddy ducks, this last in 

 large numbers for those who care to kill 

 them — which I don't. 



H. H. Rose, Pasadena, Cal. 



The article in February Recreation, by 

 Po Ka Gon, recalls vividly to my mind the 

 last time I had the pleasure of meeting the 

 Chief. This was about 10 years ago, and 

 at that time he criticised severely those ra- 

 pacious hunters whom nothing would sat- 

 isfy. He said some of them would live to 

 regret their greed. He also said he expected 

 to live to be an hundred years old, but it 

 seems that like many of us he overestimated 

 his vital forces. 



I am glad you give it to the swine, right 



I have been making diligent inquiry in 

 the different game sections, and from what 

 I can learn game has wintered well. 



There was a lamentable slaughter of elk 

 in the North end of Jackson's Hole by 

 " white savages " in November, and con- 

 siderable killing on this side of the range 

 by red devils from the Shoshone agency. 

 It seems almost impossible to keep the 

 Indians from killing game. We have ar- 

 rested them time and again. We bring them 

 in here, fine them and they " lay out " their 

 fines in the county jail, at the cost of the 

 taxpayers. Let's kill them off. 



Frank Dunham, Chief Warden, 

 Lander, Wyo. 



G. G. S. Lindsey and Dr. Bruce L. Rior- 

 dan have returned from the Magnetawan 

 river district, where they have been camp- 

 ing since the end of last month with D. A. 

 Cameron, C. C. Ambery and F. Swift, of 

 Walkerville, and T. Minty, of Seaforth, the 

 rest of the party remaining another week. 

 They report deer plentiful and brought 

 down some big bucks. Ex-Mayor Boswell, 

 Dr. Leslie and J. F. Stupart, of the Obser- 

 vatory, came down from Ahmic Harbor, 

 yesterday, with 5 deer. Four hunters were 

 detained last night at Burk's Falls on a 

 charge of shooting deer in the water. — 

 Globe, Toronto, November 10, 1898. 



The only sportsmen's magazine has ar- 

 rived, brighter, fresher than ever. Its com- 

 ing is to me like rain to a parched soil. It 

 has made a different man of me. I now see 

 the necessity of stopping when I kill a rea- 

 sonable number. I never was a game hog, 

 but came very near it, and now reading 

 Recreation for the past 3 years has shown 

 me the great truth and the worth of your 

 peerless magazine. May it bring you a ten- 

 fold increase. 



Will you please send me blank applica- 

 tions for membership in the L. A. S., for 

 I am anxious to become a member. 



Calvin Lee, Reading, Pa. 



There were 6 men in the hunt and as we 

 stood bunched near a swamp a 13 prong 

 buck sprang into view 40 yards away and 

 made for shelter. A shower of rifle balls 

 rained about him until he disappeared, 

 and after the magazines had all been refilled 

 we took the trail. We soon found blood, 

 then a piece of leg bone. Two miles we 

 followed the trail; then jumped the buck. 

 Another mile and he jumped again. Two 

 shots hit him and he fell. Examination 

 showed 7 wounds. He was a hard buck to 

 kill. F. F., Cincinnati, O. 



