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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Aug.' 19, 1886. 



A Target Record —Marion, Ind., July 15— Editor 

 Forest and Stream: I want to give to all shooters the re- 

 sult of a gun trial we made here last Friday. A few days 

 ago I received a new automatic hammerless gun from the 

 Lefever Arms Co., Syracuse, N. Y. I shot tJie gun at a 

 tournament at Peru, Ind., last Wednesday and Thursday 

 and every one remarked as to the manner in which tar- 

 gets were broken by same. One member of our club here 

 shot it and won more money than any other man. We 

 came home and on Friday afternoon Wm. Jones and my- 

 self loaded six brass shells with 4^rs. King's quick shot 

 powder, 3 black-edge wads on same, l^oz. Tatham's se- 

 lected No. 8 chiUed shot with cardboard wad on same. 

 Our target board is made as follows: A sheet of iron 1yd. 

 square with 30in. circle cut oi\t is hung on hinges to a 2in. 

 backboard and so arranged as to place paper underneath 

 and fasten at bottom with buttons. We measured off 

 40yds., placed target in position and made as follows: 

 First target with left barrel contained 539 pellets. Sec- 

 ond target with same barrel, 498 pellets. Fu-st target 

 with right barrel, 490 pellets. Second target with right 

 barrel and No. 7 shot with paper shell had 401 pellets. 

 The targets were made in the presence of six members of 

 our gun club, and all acknowledged that they have never 

 seen fchem equaled. I desire to say to Mr. W. H. Crutten- 

 den that I will oblige him at any time he will make it an 

 object for me to do so with a gun that will average 400 

 peUets in 30in. circle at 40yds. and meet him at any con- 

 venient point for trial. After targeting gun our blue 

 rook trap was placed in position and several birds were 

 broken by Jones at 60yds. from shooter's position. — C, S. 

 Brown, President Marion Gvm Club. 



Arkansas Notes.— Beebe, Ark., Aug. 10.— Pi-ospects 

 for a good himting season never better, partly owing to 

 the partial protection by our game law last year, and its 

 ample protection this. For quite a number of "game 

 butchers" (who were indicted for killing game out of sea- 

 son) found law-abiding citizens even in^Arkansas, where 

 game is plenty. The mast promises to be abundant and 

 game will be in good condition. Young deer and tm-key 

 can be seen almost any time tiuree miles from the raihoad, 

 and quite a number of young bears have been captm-ed 

 within 20 miles of here. Good qiiad shooting can be found 

 around almost any plantation, and squirrel shooting along 

 almost any creek. Black bass fishing is fine, also quite a 

 supply of trout is reported. The deer and turkey season 

 opens Sept. 1, quail Nov. 1, j)rairie chickens Sept. 1, 

 There is no protection on any other game. — ^N, E. 



Preserving Dead Gam^.— Editor Forest and Stream : 

 Your correspondent, W. L. P., asks for a method of pre- 

 serving dead game. If he will try Humiston's preserva- 

 tive, known as " Eex Magnus," " of the brand called 

 " Viandine," he will find it perfectly eflicient. Let him 

 pick and draw his game, as for immediate cooking, and 

 submerge it in a solution of the preservative, and he may 

 be assured that it will keep perfectly sweet for a month, 

 and at the end of this time needs only to be rinsed in cold 

 water to be prej^ared for cooking. The -RTiter has kept 

 a beef steak for that length of time in midsixmmor, and 

 when cooked the most fastidious critic could not distin- 

 guish it from beef freshly killed.— G. W. D, 



A Club at Spider Lake, Quebec— A club has been 

 organized to take possession of Spider Lake, Quebec, and 

 other territory in Quebec and Mame. The membership 

 will include Canadians and Americans, a number of 

 Boston and New York gentlemen having already joined 

 the club. Tlie club house will be at Spider Lake, and a 

 small steamer will be put in the lake. The club will 

 rigidly protect the game and fish on its territory. Dr. 

 Heber Bishop, of Boston, is one of the efctive workers in 

 the enterprise. 



Mr. Smith's Lion.— New York, August 12.— Editor 

 Forest and Stream: May I extend, through your columns, 

 to Mr. GriflSn Smith, of Longmont, Col., my congratula- 

 tions. The incessant warfare that he is waging on the 

 mountain lions of Little Thompson shows him tcfbea 

 man of pluck. His weekly contribution of 9ft. of solid 

 lion must in time make the Little Thompson a safe place 

 for timid mortals to visit. — Chestnuts. 



Uncle Lisha's Shop.— Aubm-n, Me., Aug. Q— Editor 

 Forest and Stream : I am much pleased that the author 

 of " Uncle Lisha's Shop " is to give us some more of tJie 

 same sort. Am afraid the excellent character and ver- 

 nacular portrayals in those papers were not well imder- 

 stood. In point of absolute naturalness, they were simply 

 unapproachable. — G. G. G. 



Quail in Confinement.— The Newark (N. J.) Call 

 records that ex-Marshal Leggett, of Princeton, caught a 

 pair of quail alive last fall, and has kept them in roomy 

 quarters ever since. The hen laid eighteen eggs during 

 June and hatched out sixteen chicks in July, after setting 

 twenty-four days. The mother and children are doing 

 quite well. 



Watbrbury, Conn., Aug. 14.— At a meeting held Aug. 

 13, for the purpose of forming a club for the protection 

 of game and fish, an organization was effected and the fol- 

 lowing officers elected: President, N. Wallace; Secre- 

 tary, F.W. Whitlock; Treasurer, 1. L. Atwood.— F. W. W. 



"Shore Birds" is a little paper-covered series of arti- 

 cles descriiotive of the migratory game of the beach, giv- 

 ing haunts, habits, methods of capture, etc. If you are 

 going out for snipe or plover, read "Shore Birds," and 

 take it along in your pocket. Price 15 cents. 



Lake Koshkonong, Wis. — Club House, July 37. — Pros- 



?ects were never better for fall shooting than at present, 

 eal, mallard, wood duck, jacksnipe, prairie chickens, 

 etc., are plenty. The water is low and everythiug is 

 favorable.— B. W. . 



Herb Is a New Way of Putting It.— A Cresco, Iowa, 

 correspondent says: "The music as played on pinnated 

 grouse will soon sound the keynote." 



Eochester, N. Y,, Aug. 13.— A fair supply of wood- 

 cook were found on the first, and several good bags were 

 brought in by city men. — E. R. 



Robins and Meadow Larks are protected at aU sea- 

 sons in New York State. 



"Tliat reminds me." 

 186. 



ONE night as we lay around the camp-fire, toasting om- 

 shins, somebody asked Uncle Dan to tell us about 

 his narrrow escape from the biggest bear in the Coast 

 Range. 



"Well," he answered, "it was just this way. I was 

 hunting along the East Fork, one wet day late in the fall, 

 when I saw a bear up on the sidehiU nosing around in 

 the leaves after what few acorns had been left. I was 

 sure from his size it was the "boss" that all the boys had 



let strike right under him ; and the next thing I see was 

 him coming down the hill toward me to see who made all 

 that fuss. I knew it was no use trying to load, so I drop- 

 ped my gun, skinned off my shot-poiich and powder-horn, 

 and shinned up a young fir. Old boss got there just as I 

 rnade the first limbs, and when I had settled comfortable 

 like in a crotch, I looked down and see him settin' there 

 lookin' and thinkin'. 



" Pretty soon he commenced smelling around the gim, 

 and then a new idea came into his head and he run to the 

 shot-pouch, picked it up and put it on like a man ; and 

 picked up the gun and proceeded to load it. Gentle- 

 men, when I tell you that was the most knowing bear 

 ever in these woods, you may not believe it, but he was. 

 He proceeded to load that rifle just as if he never £^ot his 

 meat at anything else. He first half-cocked it, knocked 

 off the old cap, and blowed into the muzzle to see if the 

 tube was clear ; and finding it all right, looked up in the 

 tree with a knowing wink at me, as much as to say, 'You 

 keep this gun in a mighty good fix, partner ; wait a min- 

 ute and I'll show you how it shoots. Then he poured out 

 the powder, struck the charger against the side of the bar- 

 rel to make sure he had enough, put in a little more to 

 make good measure, and poured it in, and pulled off a 

 patch and went into the shot-pouch for a bullet. Gentle- 

 men, I always thought what was good enough for me ought 

 to be good enough for anybody; but, sir, that cussed bid 

 black bear was so particular about loading that gun that 

 he looked over every bullet in that pouch before he found 

 one that suited him ; and when he put it on the patch in 

 the muzzle and put the ramrod on it, it went down so 

 sHck and smooth that that old bear just danced, he was 

 so pleased to find the gun in such fine fix inside. 



"When he got her loaded, he put on a cap and then com- 

 menced trying the triggers, and sighting at knots and 

 spots on the ti-ees and letting it drop down by his side 

 careless like, and then jerking it up quick like he seen 

 something he wanted to shoot powerftil bad. I knowed 

 from the way he was handling it that it wouldn't take 

 two shots to bring me out of that tree; but it was some 

 comfort to think he would do it up neat and not make a 

 botch of it. Finally he got the mggers to suit him and 

 got used to the sights, stepped back, raised the hammer, 

 and brought her up to his shoulder. Then I began to 

 beg, but he didn't seem to pay any attention to it, and I 

 made sure my time had come', when click went the ham- 

 mer. I see in a minute what was the matter. He had 

 got the caps off of the leather on the corner of the shot- 

 pouch, and the rain that morning had wet them so they 

 wouldii't go. He tried every cap on the string, but tliey 

 were all wet; and after furnbling in the shot-pouch and 

 not finding any, he set the gun down in a dry place, raised 

 the ramrod an inch or two, took off the shot-poucli and 

 powder-horn and hung them on the muzzle, and then 

 stood against a tree thinking. All at once he started up 

 and mn off as though in a powerful hurry. 



"WeU, gentlemen, I slid down that tree, gi-abbed that 

 gun, and shanked it home about as quick as you ever see 

 anybody go, for I believed that bear had went off to bor- 

 row some dry caps, and if I'd been there when he got 

 back it would "have been bad for Uncle Dan." 



Here some of the boys asked liim why the bear didn't 

 climb the tree. 



"My boy," said Uncle Dan, "that bear wasn't a pot- 

 hunter. What game he got he killed in a fair, sportsman- 

 like mamier; and sonny, let me tell you something else, 

 when you see a fellow elbow his way into a crowd and 

 try to spoil the poetry and romance of a story by asking 

 questions out of his natural history book, you look out for 

 that fellow — he'll catch trout witli worms, he'll shoot both 

 barrels mto a bunch of quails and ground-sluice as many 

 as he possibly can kill, he'll shoot a duck on the water, 

 he'll" — but here Uncle Dan looked up and found his yoxmg 

 friend had gone, LoLO. 



Umpqua Fbebt, Oregon. 



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MORE DEEP-SEA FISHING. 



A NGLESEA, N. J., Aug. 13.— It is my dear and Rabe- 

 xjL laisian friend, Tobe Hodge (Chas, McHvaine), the 

 author, who thinks the intense love for the sea, the deep 

 attachment to the joys of forest and stream something 

 akin to rabies. Tobe' is right. Thus I was asked to take 

 part in some summer festivities with "the boys" at the 

 New Columbia hostlery on Tuesday evening last. I, un- 

 reluctairt, consented, well knowing that a gi'eater pleasure 

 awaited me than listening to the lah-de-dah girls on the 

 piazza thrum the light guitar and sing: 



"Row gently here my gondolier; 



Take day and nigM from woman's love. 



What angels we would be." 

 I felt sure that I could find my old piscatorial paradise 

 (only nine miles from Cape May), where the matutinal 

 cocktail might not irrigate the parched throat of the 

 "strayed reveler," but where Capt. Ludlam, of the Life- 

 Saving Service, awaited me with his darling Eva (she's a 

 sloop), to skim the ocean blue out toward the Jesse 

 Diverty, "where the black bass do creep." Alas for those 

 who go down to the sea in ships (N.B.— That sounds like 

 the Bible to me), for the Diverty is a wreck, a year old, 



a sailmg vessel, cut down by a steamer; and for months 

 the son of the Captain searching for news, took a sailboat 

 out of Anglesea Harbor, and there he beheld the masts 

 of lus father's sloop, which he had helped to biuld. the 

 hull of the vessel in thii-ty feet of water, and no soul' ever 

 came up to tell the fate. When the sea gives up its dead 

 what a reckoning there will be. If fish have souls— don't 

 Madame Blavatsky and Olcott say so?— I may get sight of 

 sopae of the sharks who have swallowed my sinkers by 

 mistake, thinking it a bladder fish. But to be serious— as 

 if Montaigne could be expected to be serious during the 

 dog days— I must retm-n to my second advent at Anglesea. 



When the festivities at the New Columbia were "ended 

 my horse awaited me and I started for a drive of f om-teen 

 miles across the "dreary, dreary moorland" toward Holly 

 Beach (where the houses looked bv moonlight like Dickens's 

 Bleak House) and Anglesea. And such a ride. There 

 were fourteen million mosquito bills presented diuring that 

 ride— at least a million a mile. Over three miles of the 

 road some adventurous reformers at Holly Beach have 

 built a corduroy road over the moorland meadows at a 

 cost of $40,000. (The fool-kOler lias been absent from 

 HoUy Beach lately.) Bumpetv-bump, ^xe went, while 

 Hereford fighthouse (at Anglesea) looked like a pale, 

 asthmatic light, one Irandred miles away. That memora- 

 ble ride ended at 3 o'clock in the morning, and I nearly 

 broke down the doors of the Hereford House before the 

 sleepy but jolly landlord, Weeks, got out of his shell and 

 let us tumble into bed, where our ^-isions were of bass, six 

 pounders, and of mackerel by the thousand. When I rose 

 the sun rose, or vice versa. I felt like a "daisy dipped in 

 dew," and Ludlam says, "Where did vou come from?" 

 little expecting to see J. M. S. at that witching hour. By 

 7 o'clock it Avas "up killick and away." He who holdeth 

 the winds in the hollow of His hand, never gave a joyful 

 piscator a better day, and in one hour by dint of a little* 

 rowing and a semi-occasional cai^ful of wind, we struck 

 the bass ground, or rather the Captam said "Hard a lee," 

 paused and lot the sneakbox go over the side, as we spied 

 two big corks which aniswered for a small buoy to mark 

 the spot for the eye of skipper Ludlam alone. 



Some ichthyologist must tell me why, in such a spot, 

 there are millions of bass, while one has to go to Atlantic 

 City for another such a sj)ot, twenty miles away. Lud- 

 lam says it is because the bottom is of mud and gravel, 

 and perhaps of coral, and the mollusks and Crustacea do 

 here most abound; on these the fish feed. The water is 

 sixty feet deep and the bait menhaden, cut up and cxrred 

 with salt. My line touched bottom. I felt something 

 gulping down my bait and I yanked up the line, and ou 

 two hooks I found seven poimds of blackfish. 



I beat Skijiper Ludlam in tlie counting, modesty bids 

 me say, chiefly because he had to cut bait, while I gained 

 on him by reason of having the most time. We started 

 out to fill an immense fish basket holding two hundred 

 bass. We filled it in one hour by the clock with ten 

 minutes for lunch. Wlrisky is tabooed by our deep-fish- 

 ing clubs, and beer tolerated in moderation only. We 

 had six hard-boiled eggs, six sandwiches and three bot- 

 tles of Tannahauser beer; not Dr. Grau (the great tem- 

 perance advocate) nor the late lamented Gough would 

 seriously object to this. My objection to strong stimu- 

 lants in deep-sea fishing is a serious one. To professional 

 men unused to exposure to the sun, on such a terribly hot 

 day as to-day even a moderate use of stimidants is injuri- 

 ous, in my opinion. The ozone in the sea air is like balm 

 ui Gilead to me. Why then hanker after Gibson, ot 

 Overhotz, or "P.'s pure malt ?" 



Skipper Ludlam, the soul of honor, and like all true 

 disciples of good old Izaak, innately a gentleman, ' * pointed 

 with pride" at the ponderous fish basket, fidl to overflow- 

 ing and gently said, "Let's seek the boys!" But at the 

 first fiu't of the dory's oar over went one of the iron row- 

 locks — and the Eva a mile away. Ludlam suggested that 

 I paddle on one side while he rowed on the other. I re- 

 luctantly consented, but my too soUd flesh (3831bs. in the 

 Turkish'bath) began to wet and at the end of the first half 

 mile I threw down the oar-paddle and said: "Ludlam, 

 this is too much like work for me; I call a halt!" He 

 smiled a Jersey smile, a little sickly, and like Paolo Fran- 

 sesca, "I rowed no more that day." 



The sea was as smooth as glass and tlie stalwaii sloop, 

 the beatitiful Eva, looked like a painted ship upon a 

 painted ocean. Upon clambering over the vessel's side I 

 lay down from sheer exhaustion, too much black bass. 

 But imagine my pleasant surprise to see the deck covered 

 all over with the shiny sides of the fresh mackerel, which 

 after five years' absence had come from far Massachusetts 

 down to the Jersey fishing banks thick as gi-avel in a 

 fountain in July. The lure we caught them with was a 

 small lead squid with a minute particle of mackerel bait, 

 a piece from the white belly of the mackerel preferred. 



Then I saw a sight I never saw before. 



The sun shot down its rose-play of rosy light and "the 

 scared flocks of sea gulls seaward flagged screaming," 

 and far down in the crystal depth of the sea we could see 

 ten thousand blackfish and as many mackerel, plain to the 

 naked eye, struggling for the coveted morsel of bait. And 

 I am bound to say the bass had the best of it, and the 

 little mackerel shot, swift as the sun's rays, from the 

 angry "spines'' of tlie voracious and multitudinous sea 

 bass. We fished till thed natiu-e might have cried, ' ' Wind 

 up you lines." Wind 'cm up we did and sailed for home. 

 Net result of the day: 



Of black (sea) bass 375 



Of mackerel ,..231 



One 9ft. shark (killed with a navy revolver) 1 



Bladder fish , ^ 5 



One 10) b. rock 1 



Flying fish 13 



Porgies 33 



Total flahes 638 



This I unhesitatingly declare to be my best day's out- 

 ing in five years, and forever, in my mind, fixes Anglesea 

 as the piscator's paradise, where I propose to piscatemany 

 days twixt now and Oct. 1. Sept. 15 the king of the 

 ocean comes, the big and gamy channel bass, or red drum, 

 which in a square fight beats a salmon every time. 



Anglesea has besides Weeks's Hotel ($3 a day) Mrs. Blake- 

 more's Wekly Cottage, and at either place fishermen can 

 have special rates at $1 .50 a day. I am not interested in any 

 hotel, but I would willingly guide the weary man of the 

 world where he can enjoy nature, drink in the sea and 

 find a fishing paradise. J. M. S, 



Forest and Stream Fdbles, 



