Forest and stream. 



[Nov. 28, 1895. 



in his eye and no intention of permitting foxes to pass that 

 way. 



The fox, however, saw that his gun was not cocked, 

 and jumped across the road, only a few rods distant. 

 Mr. Hazleton was on the alert, however, and cocked his 

 gun and gave the fox one barrel in a fraction of a second. 

 The fox almost immediately found the shelter of a stone 

 wall and ran out of sight for some distance. Billy Dean 

 had passed ahead of it only a moment before, but the fox 

 saw that his gun was cocked, and considerately waited till 

 he had gotten out of the way. 



After circling back around Moore's house, the fox re- 

 crossed the main road and was caught by the hounds in a 

 piece of plowed land. He had been hard hit, and the 

 wonder is that he ran as far as he did. 



The chase of the day, and one that was witnessed by 

 many sportsmen, occurred a little later. A fox ran north 

 in plain view from the road, followed by a pack of ten 

 hounds in full cry. The music they made was something 

 worth hearing, but most of the nearby hunters were too 

 busy trying to interview the fox to appreciate its full 

 melody at the time. This fox was killed eventually by 

 Charles Upson in the neighborhood of the brickyard, 

 three miles north of the point where it was jumped. 



Other foxes were bagged by C. W. Walls, of the "Wor- 

 cester Fur Company, and Arthur Dibble, of Westfield, 

 making the total for the day four, or eleven in all for the 

 hunt. 



Among the Westfield hunters seen on the grounds the 

 second day were: President Roraback, John T. Way, Jas. 

 Jeffere, Fred Shepard, C. D. Allen, B. R. Holcomb, Jas. 

 L, Lynch, G. Austin, Geo. C. Parker, F. S. Dewey, John 

 Warren, Dslos Kellogg, John Sheldon, Howard Griswold, 

 Arthur Dibble, Perry Otis, Benjamin Babb, Dr. Janus 

 Holland, A. S. Kneil, Thomas Mountjoy, Dr. George W, 

 Shepard. George Watermann, H, Upson, Russell Tyler 

 and H. W. Stedman. 



Notes. 



All that is necessary to make Montgomery an ideal 

 hunting country is a trolley road to the top of Grindstone. 



Uncle Lisha Knowles is at a critical point. He has 

 killed thirteen foxes, and the foxes now avoid him as an 

 unlucky man. 



The SDuthern hounds maybe speedy, but for endurance 

 we doubt if they are in it with R. D. Perry. Has anyone 

 seen the man walk? 



Mr. Babb and his bicycle in combination with a Win- 

 chester shotgun is bad medicine for foxes. 



Talk about Orpheus charming the wild animals. He is 

 a back number when Perry Otis is around. 



Dr. Hakes, of Milbury, is a pedestrian and a gentleman, 

 but he doesn't like cider. 



Somebody will please tell JohnM. White, the next time 

 he illustrates a fox hunt, not to compare the stone to a 

 mountain and that the spittoon has other uses than to 

 stand for a pine tree. 



When two men shoot a fox and a dog catches it, who is 

 entitled to the fox? 



Roraback — in fox language a synonym for bugaboo, 

 hoodo, the devil. 



The foxes would like to exorcise the president of the 

 Fox Club. 



There are more ways of hunting by proxy than one- 

 some men send their clothes to the hunt. 



John T. Way bunted in person and by proxy as well. 



It isn't wise to contribute to a pool for the first man 

 who gets a fox. It is apt to spoil your chances for kill- 

 ing anything. 



If you can't shoot a fox or dig him out of a hole or buy 

 one, what are you to do? 



Waterbury not only makes watches, but also hunts 

 foxes. 



The Westfield Band is all right after the guns are laid 

 aside. But when the hounds are running no other music 

 has charms. 



The man who heard somebody snore and dreamed it 

 was the hounds was sadly mistaken. 



The farmers and fox hunters are on good terms. The 

 farmers are short on hens and long on foxes. 



Scenery is more beautiful when viewed at a distance 

 than when climbing over it. The Berkshire Hills were 

 made to be looked at. 



A lOlbs. gun is good to shoot foxes with, but it can't 

 walk. 



People who say that women are the most fickle of crea- 

 tures never hunted foxes. 



A fox sat on one end of a log while a wood-chopper cut 

 off the other end. But when a hunter came within half 

 a mile the fox moved into the next county. 



All stands are good for the lucky man. 



One of the hospitable members of the Fox Club, to 

 whom Forest and Stream is indebted for many favors, is 

 Mr. S. S. Conner, perhaps better known to our readers 

 under his pen name of Woronoco. 



This gentleman, in connection with Mr. Ed. L. Clark, 

 of the Springfield Republican, who. incidentally is a good 

 fox hunter, and Harry R. Lloyd, morning editor of the 

 Union, has formed an outing club known as the Woro- 

 noco Camping Club. They have put up a cabin on an 

 island in Great Lake, East Otis, Mass., and spend part of 

 their time there each summer. The fishing in the lake is 

 very fine, and 5lb. pickerel are not uncommon. Great 

 Lake is one of the prettiest ponds in the southern Berk- 

 shires. It has bold wooded shores and very clear water. 

 Originally it was inhabited exclusively by trout, but yeai'8 

 ago some one carried over pickerel from Congamond 

 Pond, and the trout thereupon disappeared. The pickerel 

 are plentiful, however, and gamy enough to compensate 

 in a measure for the loss of the trout. 



Mr, A. B. F. Kinney did not participate in either day's 

 hunt, though he was present at the banquet as one of the 

 speakers. He had made arrangements to attend the meet 

 of the National Fox Hunters' Association at Owingsville, 

 Ky., and notice of the postponement of the meet came 

 too late to enable a change of plan. 



N. Wallace, of Farmington, Conn,, left immediately 

 after the hunt for the scene of the Eastern field trials at 

 Newton, ,N. C. J. B. Btjrnham, 



Illegal Game Shipments. 



East Hampton, N. Y., Nov. 7.— Editor Forest and 

 Stream: Shipments of quail and partridges are being 

 made from here every few days. Moat of the people here 

 care only for what they can get out of them, without re- 

 gard for future sport. With shells only 35c. a box they 

 can gain considerable. Jtjstitia, 



CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 



The Game and the Markets. 

 Chicago, 111., Nov. 16. — There is a world of history in 

 the brief paragraph in the current market reports for 

 Chicago: 



"Receipts of game were moderate, and much more 

 would sell than is coming in. Prices on all varieties were 

 firm, and prairie chickens were higher." 



That covers it. There is your history and your location 

 of the cause. "Much more would sell than is coming in" 

 — much more than will ever come in now. 



Never in the history of Chicago has game been so scarce 

 in the region adjacent or tributary to Chicago. There 

 has been no shooting at all, and reports do not indicate 

 that there will be much. There are some bluebills in 

 Lake Michigan, and one can get better shooting from the 

 Government breakwater than he can in Minnesota or 

 Dakota; but that does not comport with what most men 

 call sport in the field. Outside of that I don't know where 

 to tell a man to go to look for ducks. 



In about every other line of field sports the same condi- 

 tions obtain. The fishing season is over. The deer season 

 in our North woods will soon be closed. There has not 

 been any duck season. There has not been any snipe 

 season. There has not been any plover season. There 

 isn't going to be any quail season. I think we'd all better 

 buy us a good rabbit dog and an anise seed bag apiece, or 

 else play marbles. 



The Lakes Disappearing:. 



The lakes of Wisconsin are disappearing under the long 

 continued dry season. Beaver Dam Lake, one of the 

 Northern Fox Chain, is drying up. The water now aver- 

 ages only 18in. in depth and is fast disappearing. Relic 

 hunters are finding all kinds of curiosities, such as antlers 

 from deer, arrow heads and other Indian relics. A move 

 is on foot to get permission to remove the fish that now 

 abound in the lake without interference from the fish 

 warden before the cold weather sets in. The fish that are 

 left will freeze solid with the ice to the bottom and cause 

 a stench and perhaps an epidemic next spring. This 

 movement should be watched with suspicion, as it is prob- 

 ably a commercial project. The State warden ought to 

 go to work at once, after the able fashion of the Illinois 

 Commission, and seine out these fish from the shallow 

 waters and put them into cars for planting in other 

 waters which are not drying up. They will do some 

 good there. Sold at 3 cents a pound and shipped out of 

 the State, they will do no one any good except the few 

 immediately concerned. 



The condition of affairs at Beaver Dam Lake is described 

 to me as being most singular, and it is almost worth a trip 

 up there to have a search along the shores left dry by the 

 receding waters. Some very interesting Indian relics 

 have been found, and scientists should surely have an eye 

 on that locality. This year of 1895 is the annua mirabilis 

 so far as shortage in water supply is concerned. 



Maksawba Club House Not Burned. 



One of the consequences of the protracted drought was 

 the burning of the Kankakee marshes, which was duly 

 mentioned. Miles and miles of what was once a famous 

 shooting country literally went up in flame and smoke, at 

 least in regard to its surface. The peaty soil in many 

 places burned down 10 to 15ft.— which shows how far a 

 man would have sunk in the mud in the old ducking 

 days. 



Along the Kankakee are located several club houses, 

 the glory of all of which has in a measure departed with 

 that of the now disappearing marshes. The Cumberland 

 Club, the Diana Club, the Maksawba Club, the Pittsburgh 

 Rod and Gun Ciub, and several minor organizations, all 

 have property worth thousands of dollars along the Kan- 

 kakee marshes. In some cases this property was in serious 

 danger from the flames, and it was reported that the 

 Maksawba Club house was destroyed with all its valuable 

 contents. The Game peaters 1 Friend, a sporting weekly 

 printed in Chicago, this week printed the canard about 

 the destruction of the Maksawba Club house. There are 

 drawbacks in depending on a press bureau for "news," 

 and then printing without ascribing credit to the source. 



Maksawba Club is one of the oldest and most respected 

 clubs of the long list of shooting and country clubs which 

 at one time made Chicago famous, before the time when 

 Chicago men had to travel so far for their shooting as 

 they do to-day. The history of Maksawba Club takes one 

 back to the time when Fred Taylor had a gun store and 

 when Eddie Price was a youth only 60 years old, "before 

 the Kankakee River was finished." Leroy Brown, Henry 

 Sloan, John Watson, Col. Felton, Chas. Kern, Joel 

 Kinney, Matt. Benner, Dr. Buechner, Chan. Lamos 

 (deceased), Charlie Willard, Billy Mursey, Chas. Petrie, Fire 

 Chief S weenie, Fire Chief Musham, etc., etc., were all 

 old-time members of Maksawba Club, and many of them 

 were among the charter or early members. 



Geo. Holden, long one of the regulars at Maksawba 

 Club, when interviewed to-day said that the fire came up 

 to the school house, within about an eighth of a mile of 

 the club house. It destroyed a farmer's barn at that 

 oint, but came no nearer to the club house, and did not 

 estroy any of the outbuildings belonging to the club. 

 Many valuable guns, boats and outfits are always at Mak- 

 bawba Club, and the members should feel glad over their 

 good luck in escaping the danger threatened. Instead of 

 the "total loss of $10,000" whioh was reported, there was 

 no loss whatever. Otherwise, the report of the Chicago 

 sporting paper was, as usual, quite correct. 



Unfortunately True. 



It is, however, unfortunately true that one Chioago 

 club house was within the week destroyed by fire. On 

 last Sunday (too late for this week's Forest and Stream) 

 the news came down of the burning of the Columbia Club 

 house of Fox Lake, 111. This club is mostly composed of 

 Chicago gentlemen, and the club house has for years been 

 one of the fixtures on the east shore of Fox Lake. There 

 were two buildings, and both were entirely destroyed. 

 Guns, boats, outfits, furniture and personal belongings' 

 bringing the total loss to the figure of $15,000 or more' 

 went with the buildings. The club will rebuild again' 

 and will have better quarters. There are twenty-four 

 members. Among those present at the time of the fire 

 (or near by at the shooting stands) were Victor Born 

 Henry Dement, Aid. Watson, James Gardner, J. Sandler 

 •J. Mathiesen, P, Johnson, Wm. Meyer and S. J. Mellin' 



Sen. Netherstrom lost a yacht and full outfit for fishing 

 and shooting. Mr. Boyden lost his yacht and outfit. Mr. 

 Born lost four guns. This fire was small, but disastrous. 

 It is not due to the dryness of the ground, for the build- 

 ings are directly upon the lakeside. The fire sprang from 

 an unknown cause in the sleeping apartments. 



The Oldest Inhabitant. 

 Speaking of old-time shooters, an interesting bit of 

 news develops in regard to the oldest shooter of them all. 

 At a recent meeting of the Old Settlers' Society, of Chi- 

 cago, a gold medal was voted to Mr. F. A. Howe, as being 

 the oldest continuous resident of Chicago. It happens 

 that Mr. F. A. Howe is also the oldest and perhaps the 

 most revered of Chicago sportsmen. Since the memory 

 of man runneth not to the contrary he has been the presi- 

 dent of the Tolleston Gun Club, the wealthiest and hard- 

 est fighting duck club in Chicago. He always will be 

 president. I do not know Mr. Howe's exact age, but he 

 is not old, though he came to Chicago in 1834, and has 

 lived here ever since. Twice a week he goes to Tol- 

 leston Club for a duck shoot in season. There are few 

 better duck shots anywhere. He was bemoaning the fact 

 that he only got twenty-six ducks on his last visit to the 

 club grounds. 



Mr. E, C. J. Cleaver (a nephew, I believe, of Mr. Howe) 

 tells me that his mother is no doubt the second oldest in- 

 habitant of Chicago. She came here in 1834 also. 



If there is any city in the world that can claim a better 

 shot and better sportsman for its oldest inhabitant, Chicago 

 would like to hear from it. There is no doxibt possible 

 about it. Chicago has the noblest Roman of them all. 



Ducks and Rats. 



I have spoken of the ducks in the open water of Lake 

 Michigan. This habit they have of going into the big 

 lake has spoiled the shooting at' Tolleston Club, the 

 birds coming in at night to feed, but going out early in the 

 morning into the lake. 



Tolleston Club has long preserved the muskrats on its 

 marsh, thinking that they were a benefit to the shooting, 

 since they cut out open holes in the heavy cover. Now, 

 however, the rats have increased until the club have con- 

 cluded to kill them down a little. One keeper was once 

 told to catch "a few," and he caught 1,700. 



Deer. 



Frank Place killed two deer on his hunt near Eagle 

 River Station, Wis. The station-master would only check 

 one deer to Chicago for him (though the law says two), 

 but he found an obliging traveler who took the other one 

 on his mileage ticket, and then got off about fifty miles 

 down the road. So the station-agent never got the other 

 deer. 



Chas. Norris has returned from his Wisconsin deer trip. 

 He says one party had six deer spoil in camp. He brought 

 home the head of a spike buck which he solemnly avers 

 he killed himself. 



Bear Story. 



I have heard of a great many ways of killing bears, and 

 know of a great many bear hunters of credit and renown, 

 but after all there is only one real good bear hunter, and 

 that is Eddie Bingham, of this city. Eddie told me to-day 

 (in the presence of witnesses, so it must be true) that one 

 day down in Arkansas he was going home from a quail 

 shoot, when his dog pointed at a brush heap. 



"I noticed her hair was standing up while she was 

 pointing," says Eddie, "and I thought that was funny. 

 But I went up and kicked on the brush pile, and out 

 jumped a grizzly bear — what? Well, maybe it was a black 

 bear; an' I cut loose an' killed it with No. 8 shot. What? 

 Why, how could I miss it? Of course I killed it." 



I wish to point with pride to the habit Chicago shooters 

 have of shooting bears over pointers, and this entire city 

 will cheerfully back Eddie against all comers at this style 

 of shooting. The gun must, however, be held below the 

 elbow, and each man must flush his own bears. 



Soaked. 



Messrs. Beckwith and Nelson, who thought coffee-sack- 

 ing was as good as wild rice for a blind, and so shot in 

 open water, failed to appear for trial before Justice Burke, 

 at Antiocb, and the latter entered up "Twenty and costs." 

 Personal. 



Mr. W. A. Roth, of the John Wilkinson Co., sporting 

 goods, is lying ill in a hospital, after an operation for ap- 

 pendicitis which recently became necessary. Mr. Roth's 

 pleasant face will be missed at the camera counter for a 

 while. 



The Seal Must Go. 

 H,The dispatches from the coast put a blue look on the 

 seal question. In the last three months 4,814 skins had 

 been brought into Port Townsend, according to the col- 

 lector of customs, and of these 4,000 were females, at the 

 season of nursing young. These figures do not cover one- 

 eighth of the catch, for thirty schooners sail out of Vic- 

 toria alone for seal cruising in the North Pacific waters. 

 The seal must go. 



A Foreigner In the West. 

 Some time last August I spoke of a German army officer, 

 Capt. Brand, who was over in this country on three months' 

 leave for a hunt in the Rockies. Capt. Brand had for his 

 guide Frank Beller, Billy Hofer's partner in the guide 

 business, and first went to Jackson's Lake for a hunt on 

 wildfowl. Thence he went toward Pacific Creek, getting 

 five antelope, and afterward went on the upper Buffalo 

 River, where he killed six elk. The Captain has recently 

 returned from his hunt, and writes me the above from 

 New York city, whence he has by this time departed for 

 Germany. He says that everything in the way of outfit 

 was what he needed, that the guide Beller was thoroughly 

 satisfactory and "ein guter 'fellow' " in every respect, and 

 that the hunt was an entirely pleasing success in all re- 

 spects. This I am glad to hear, but I would also have been 

 glad to hear whether all the game was killed by the little 

 small-bore Mannhcher rifle, and how it performed on the 

 game. 



The Thieves Grow Bold. 



The thieves, they grow bold in Texas. Not long ago one 

 of them stole a black bear which was kept at the Springs 

 menagerie near San Antonio. It is thought that this was 

 the same man who has just stolen the horse of one of the 

 mounted police officers. Chicago thieves steal pretty well, 

 but I have never known one to steal a live bear. 



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