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white tail deer are numerous; there are a 

 good many goats, and grouse are abun- 

 dant. This is a rough ' country, thickly 

 timbered and with much underbrush. Sev- 

 eral trails and passes give access to the 

 region, t came in on the Lo Lo trail, and 

 am going out over Lost Horse trail. 



Parties coming from the East should 

 stop at Missoula, Mont., and get their 

 provisions there. Guides may be met 

 either at Missoula or at Lo Lo station. 

 Trappers and prospectors tell me it is not 

 safe to be in here after October I. Twen- 

 ty miles from here, down this fork of the 

 river, is where the Carlin party was snowed 

 in. 



Last year a son of Marcus Daly and a 

 son of Senator W. A. Clark came in here 

 with a guide named Hammond, from Mis- 

 soula, who was at that time a game war- 

 den. They killed 26 elk during July and 

 August. How many they killed after that 

 I have not learned. I am sure many deer 

 also are slaughtered here in close season. 

 This would be a good place for the L. A. 

 S. to have a game warden. If protected, 

 there will be game here many years. 

 This is a large country, and the cover is 

 unusually good. Game is exceedingly 

 tame. I got within 30 feet of 3 deer at a 

 salt lick. They would look up at me and 

 then go on feeding. They may be feeding 

 yet. 



W. L. Winegar, 



Middle Fork of the Clearwater, Idaho. 



A NOBLEMAN" ON THE HOG. 



Norway, Me. 

 Editor Recreation : 



I have just seen the last copy of Recre- 

 ation, and I am disgusted with the brazen 

 statements made by some of the game 

 hogs. 



Some time ago I read the letter from 

 Mr. Webber, Deputy Collector of United 

 States Customs at Vancouver, B. C. The 

 true sportsmen out there should build a 

 pen, horse high, bull strong, and pig tight, 

 put a nice ring in Webber's nose, ana 

 turn him in. That is the proper place for 

 him. I keep hogs myself, and I know if 

 they are not confined they are sure to do 

 mischief, and have no regard for the rights 

 of others. 



Why can't men be men and not brutes? 

 I don't pretend to be a sportsman, but I 

 like to see the game increase. I have 

 been out in my orchard when the grouse 

 were budding my apple trees and have 

 driven them off rather than shoot them. 



Last fall, in company with my brother 

 Nathan, J. C. Heath, and W. A. Delano, 

 I went to our camp in Mason, at the foot 

 of Mt. Caribou, for a week's pleasure, 

 which consisted in roaming through the 

 woods, climbing the mountain, and hav- 



ing a good time generally. We were in a 

 game country, and in all that time we shot 

 only one grouse. Why should we molest 

 more? We had supplies enough, and the 

 man who kills just for the sake of killing 

 is a brute. Cowper says : 



"I would not reckon on my list of 

 friends, though graced with polished man- 

 ners and fine sense, yet wanting sensibil- 

 ity, the man who needlessly sets foot upon 

 a worm, yet when life, health, or safety 

 intervene our lives are paramount and 

 must extinguish theirs." 



There you have the whole thing in a 

 nutshell. Frank G. Noble. 



A NARROW ESCAPE. 



While in the Teton mountains, last fall, 

 I succeeded in killing a big grizzly at 

 uncomfortably short range. I was out 

 with my guide, and discovered bear tracks. 

 Supposing them made by a black bear, 

 I left the guide and started in pur- 

 suit. After following the trail several 

 hours, I saw a black foot moving in some 

 bushes on the opposite side of a gully. I 

 fired at the object, and at the crack of the 

 Winchester a slightly wounded grizzly, 

 with a roar that was heard over a mile 

 away by the guide, charged at me down the 

 hill. I knew there was but one thing for 

 me to do, and that was to depend on my 

 gun and stand my ground. The animal 

 came at me with a rush, and I could see 

 the whites of his eyes when the last one 

 of 5 shots laid him out dead about 8 feet 

 from where I stood. 



When the guide came up we searched for 

 the balls. We found none, either mush- 

 roomed and adhering to the jacket or oth- 

 erwise; but the carcass was literally rilled 

 with splinters, or fragments, of the balls. 

 Our first impression was that the jacket 

 behind the mushroom had sheared off the 

 soft nose of the bullet and gone on; but 

 that idea was dispelled by finding many 

 fragments of the jackets, and by the fact 

 that none of the balls passed through the 

 beast. We concluded that the balls, or at 

 least the butts of them, when they left the 

 gun, were in an almost molten state, re- 

 sulting from the great load of smokeless 

 powder and the friction of the barrel. That, 

 striking a hard substance like the spinal 

 column of the bear, at short range, had the 

 effect of upsetting the bullets, splitting the 

 jackets, and causing the balls to fly to 

 pieces. All the fragments of the balls had 

 the appearance of lead that had been 

 poured into water while melted, many tak- 

 ing the shape of globules. 



G. A. West, Milwaukee, Wis. 



A DISGRACE TO COLORADO. 



Bryan Haywood ought to feel much puffed up 

 over the big haul of game he made at Longmont 



