XV111 



RECREATION. 



(Continued from page xvi.) 



does bring down upon itself the condem- 

 nation of the man behind it. I climbed 

 some high peaks last summer and though 

 the aneroid did not always read up as I 

 felt it should, yet it was interesting to 

 know that I was 9,000 or 10,000 or 11,000 

 feet high, even if I thought I were much 

 higher. I would as soon think of going 

 hunting without a gun as without one of 

 these instruments. 



This instrument was made by Gall & 

 Lembke, 21 Union Square, New York. 



I had some of the greatest trout fishing 

 of my life during the summer and it was 

 all done with 3 Horton rods, according to 

 the conditions. I found a Horton fly rod 

 entirely satisfactory and competent. A 

 Horton Henshall bass rod served admir- 

 ably for certain kinds of trout fishing, 

 where it was necessary to use the wild and 

 woolly grasshopper, or a piece of the meek 

 and lowly hog, or a strip of red meat from 

 a ground squirrel, or a chipmunk, or a 

 steer, and where the trout were large and 

 lusty. Then there were times, when fish- 

 ing in lakes or large rivers for the big 

 Dolly Varden trout, that it became neces- 

 sary to use still heavier tackle and larger 

 baits. For this work, I used a 6]/ 2 foot 

 Horton bait casting rod. I could hook on 

 the hind quarter of a small marmot, or 

 the head* and shoulders of a fish that would 

 weigh half a pound, and shoot it out into 

 the lake 150 feet. I hooked some big fel- 

 lows, one of which weighed 8^2 pounds, 

 and measured 30^ inches long. He made 

 a savage fight but the steel rod was too 

 much for him and he had to come in. 



I got my supply of bait hooks, leaders and 

 flies from Wm. Mills & Son, 21 Park Place, 

 New York, and like everything else they 

 sell, these goods stood all kinds of reason- 

 able tests. 



I was glad of a chance to make a thor- 

 ough test of a pair of hunting gloves made 

 by the J. P. Luther Glove Co., of Ber- 

 lin, Wis., and they stood up to the maker's 

 guarantee in every particular. I used them 

 in wet weather, dry weather and cold weath- 

 er. I used them for throwing packs, pull- 

 ing on cinch ropes, paddling a canoe, chop- 

 ping and carrying- wood, cutting trails, 

 building ovens and in other rough work 

 one has to do on a mountain trip. I wore 

 them out in the course of the summer, but 

 I think I should have worn out 3 pairs of 

 any other leather or buckskin gloves I have 

 ever used, in the same length of time. 



G. O. S. 



Punxsutawney, Pa. 

 J. P. Luther Glove Co., 

 Berlin, Wis. 



Dear Sirs : — I received the gloves which 

 were sent me on account of Recreation and 

 am more than pleased with them. No per- 

 son need be without hand protection while 

 hunting when he can get gloves like those 

 with but little effort. Thank you for same. 



H. F. Weiss. 



A SHAMEFUL BUTCHERY 



Utica, Nov. 7. — Miss Kate Butterick and her 

 escort, Willard Ames, were standing on the shore 

 of Indian lake when they saw a large buck in the 

 water 20 yards off. They had no gun, but they 

 rowed alongside the exhausted animal and seiz- 

 ing the antlers, forced the head under water, 

 drowning the beast. 



This clipping is from the Buffalo Evening 

 News. Shame on the heartless wretches 

 who could murder a helpless animal in 

 such a way. Please give them what they 

 richly deserve. 



Chas. S. Ryan, Tonawanda, N. Y. 



Ames' exposition of the matter is this : 



I see you have heard of my capture of 

 the buck, and judging from what I have 

 seen of your magazine I expect you to label 

 me as hog No. so and so. Nevertheless, I 

 will give you an exact account of how it 

 happened and you can judge for yourself 

 whether our chances were even or not. 



I started out for a row with a lady and 

 we saw a buck some distance ahead. I im- 

 mediately took after him and soon was 

 alongside. He turned and as soon as I 

 could turn I followed. We kept this up 

 until I was nearly exhausted, as the waves 

 and wind were high. We finally succeeded 

 in arousing the camp and another boat put 

 out. We got the buck between us and as 

 he went by me I grabbed his horns, but he 

 shook me off and nearly upset the boat. 

 The next time I succeeded in holding him 

 under. 



Now, as regards the heartlessness of the 

 deed : Old hunters have told me since that 

 in 99 cases out of 100 the buck would come 

 for the boat and upset it, which he could 

 do easily, as he weighed about 250 pounds. 

 To be tipped out in the middle of the lake 

 with a girl on my hands would be embar- 

 rassing, to say the least. I think the reason 

 he did not attack us was because we had 

 a bull dog in the boat that kept whining 

 continually. 



Some sportsmen, no doubt, would rather 

 shoot a deer 2 or 3 or even a dozen times 

 than drown it, but it seems to me it would 

 amount to about the same thing to the deer. 



Now you have my opinion in regard to 

 the act and the way it was done. I will 

 watch for vour opinion. 



Willard H. Ames, Malone, N. Y. 



My opinion can be expressed in a few 

 words. The bull dog was evidently the only 

 gentleman in the boat, and if the young 

 lady had not been in it, it would have been 

 a great blessing to the world if the deer 

 had swamped the craft. The dog would 

 have swum ashore, and you would doubtless 

 have gone to the bottom, where you would 

 have been harmless in future. Yes, your 

 number in the game hog book is 104 1. — 

 Editor. 



I buy Recreation at the news stand, and 

 would rather miss my midnight lunch while 

 on guard duty than any story in your maga- 

 zine. Down with the game hogs ! 



Geo. C. Shoemaker, Pittsburg, Pa. 



