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RECREATION. 



The animal was 2 years old, his horns 

 were short, and in the velvet. When lib- 

 erated he trotted through the town along 

 some of the principal streets, and many- 

 gazed in wonder, for a wild moose is a 

 sight not often seen even in a New Bruns- 

 wick town. He took to the woods back of 

 the town, and was seen afterward by sev- 

 eral people. 



Two years before, a live deer was 

 brought ashore at the very spot where the 

 moose was landed. Several other moose 

 were seen close to the town last summer, 

 and deer were seen in the fields within the 

 town limits. Undoubtedly this is the re- 

 sult of the revision and enforcement of our 

 game law during the last 3 or 4 years. At 

 present the lumbermen are almost the 

 only violators of the laws in respect to 

 large game. 



H. D. Chisholm, Dalhousie, -N. B. 



A WEEK'S HUNT IN THE GRANITE STATE. 



One morning in September, our outfit 

 was loaded into 2 buggies, bound for the 

 foot of Mount Sunapee, 4 miles distant, 

 where we were to have a week's hunt. 

 There were 4 in the party, besides the 2 

 drivers, who were to take the teams back; 

 Mr. Farr, of the Haverhill Trading Com- 

 pany; Bert Spackman, his clerk; my broth- 

 er, and I. 



We followed the highway to the foot of 

 the mountain, then struck into an old 

 wood road through the forest for half a 

 mile. Then, being unable to follow it 

 farther with our teams, we dismissed them 

 and, loading our camping utensils on our 

 backs, took a path toward our destined 

 camp. A 15 minutes' walk brought us to 

 an opening where a fire had cleared the 

 brush somewhat, leaving only 3 or 4 

 gigantic spruces, bare and bleached. 

 Here was our camp. This, built of logs 

 and slabs, was formerly designed for lum- 

 bermen, but had been deserted for years. 

 It was an ideal camp, situated on the 

 bank of a little stream, under majestic 

 spruces, the burned, desolate land in front, 

 and the dark mountains in the rear. 



Small game, such as grouse and rabbits, 

 were abundant, making lively sport 

 for us. Of course we did not shoot any 

 deer, as the law there is close on them the 

 whole year. There is good sport, how- 

 ever, in shooting grouse and rabbits in 

 those tangled woods, and though some 

 sportsmen might sneer at our bag, I was 

 satisfied. 



The first night in camp I did not sleep 

 well, the babbling brook, the moaning 

 spruces, with the occasional hoot of an 

 owl keeping me long awake. The sec- 

 ond night, after a tramp of 6 miles to 

 Lake Solitude and back, I slept soundly. 

 The third day it rained, and kept us in 



camp, in uncomfortable condition. Our 

 cabin leaked, and we had to huddle in one 

 side to keep dry. The days following were 

 splendid, and we improved them by hunt- 

 ing from dawn till dark. 



As I have said, our game account was 

 not large, but we each bagged enough 

 to satisfy moderate sportsmen. At the 

 end of the week we reluctantly packed our 

 camping utensils and pulled for home, 

 where a few days afterward we were hard 

 at work again, with enough enjoyment 

 from that week's hunt to last us till next 

 vacation, when we are planning a long- 

 er trip. Recreation will go with us this 

 year. That was the only thing we lacked 

 on our trip. 



Arthur W. Nelson, 



Haverhill, Mass. 



THE HARE AND THE HUNTER. 



Alexandria, Minn. 

 Editor Recreation: 



Recreation is far ahead of any other 

 sportsmen's journal in telling of so many 

 short, spicy hunting trips. When one can 

 not take a trip himself, he is glad to read 

 of some other fellow's hunt. 



One pleasant morning in February, a 

 friend of mine drove up to the dobr with 

 horse and buggy and suggested that we 

 chase rabbits. We drove a few miles to 

 a farmer's, and put out the horse. We 

 had a 22 rifle and a Winchester shot gun. 

 Going out on a plowed field we soon 

 started a Jack. Soon we heard ahead a 

 shot fired at the rabbit, but he kept on. 

 A young man ahead of us was seen working 

 away at his gun. A shell was fast. He 

 was another chum of ours. Starting too 

 late to go with us, he caught a ride and got 

 there in time to get a shot at our first rabbit 

 as it ran by him. A short distance farther on 

 we saw a wfiite spot on the plowing. The 

 boys said it was a Jack, but I could see no 

 rabbit about it. Tobe said, "Watch me 

 knock his eye out." At the crack of his gun 

 the bunch of white bounded 3 or 4 feet into 

 the air. We ran up and found a big 

 Jack with both eyes knocked out. Tobe 

 tied it on his belt and we went on a few 

 rods and saw another. Like the small 

 cottontail, they lie close to the ground to 

 hide. Jesse tried his 22 short at about 35 

 yards and cut the hair from its back; fired 

 again and hit it in the shoulder. It 

 jumped and ran. I fired 3 shots at it with 

 the scatter gun, but only tickled it. Tobe 

 fired one shot with his 38-55, and it 

 dropped. We then agreed to take the 

 game back to the buggy and drive 2 miles 

 ahead, while our friend looked for game. 

 We soon heard him firing and saw him on 

 the run up a hill. He fired again, then 

 picked up a big rabbit. The first shot 

 running, at 60 yards, had struck the hip; 

 the next broke the left foreleg, but still 



