Deo. 31, 1895., 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



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mg many noisy rivulets and winding among tall pines 

 and green firs to the summit, 5,000ft. above the sea. If one 

 is not in a hurry to push ahead and would like to try his 

 hand at once it will pay him to camp upon this stream. 

 Here is good trout fishing, and deer and bears will be 

 found in no inconsiderable number on the ridges back 

 from the creek. But if you want to push on to better 

 sport in a better land do not let this tumbling, noisy 

 stream beguile you into lingering by its side. 



After you have reached the summit of the first ranj;e 

 of mountains you are in the very heart of the reserve, 

 and have a fine panoramic view of your hunting ground 

 and the entire country for several hundred miles north 

 and west of you, The cbarming valley at your feet is 

 the Curlew Valley, twelve miles away. Push on and you 

 can sup off of prairie chickens and ruffed grouse, and 

 mayhaps if you are in luck a few speckled beauties from 

 the San Puel will be added to your menu. 



Now you are on the eastern edge of the best hunting 

 ground, and in the morning take your rifle and go out on 

 the hills north of the San Puel, and you will begin to reap 

 the harvest which is the reward of every ardent sports- 

 man. If in the morning you are not satisfied with your 

 sport, take your gun in the afternoon and have a try at 

 the curlew and prairie chickens in the field at the head of 

 Curlew Lake, and I am sure that this sport will repay you 

 for any disappointment you may have had in the morning. 

 If this programme is not enticing enough, take your fish- 

 ing tackle and whip the San Puel for trout, and I feel 

 sure that you will return to camp at night owning this to 

 be the best day's sport you ever enjoyed. 



No two of the valleys of the reserve are just alike; each 

 one has a beauty peculiar to itself; each one has its creek 

 flowing through its center, a raging torrent in the spring, 

 but dwindling to a streak of glittering, glistening silver 

 in the autumn sunlight. So, when you tire of one local- 

 ity do not hesitate to move on, for what you leave behind 

 will only add zest to what is before you. 



Kettle River should be your next halting place, for here 

 opposite Dick Crugan's is one of the most picturesque 

 camping places on the reserve. Not only has it the charm 

 of diversified scenery to please the lover of the beautiful, 

 but it is convenient to good sport with rod and gun. 

 After reaching this camping place untie your fishing 

 tackle and have a try at the big but wily trout which 

 lurk in the depths of the pool just above the camp. Be 

 circumspect about it, throw your fly in and be ready for 

 the rush and fight which will surely follow when you 

 strike one of th-se big fellows, whose impetuous rushes 

 fill your soul with joy. Remember though that this pool 

 is only one of the many strung up and down the river, 

 and if success does not attend you at this one whip the 

 next and the next, for they are here, and their hungry 

 maws will not long refuse the fly. 



When this sport palls try stalking the white-tail deer 

 (C. leucurus) which trequent the alder bottoms back on the 

 mountains to the soutn. If you wish something bigger 

 than these little deer, something with the spice of danger 

 in it, pay no attention to them, but put your dogs into the 

 alder thickets and keep your eyes open for the black bear 

 which are surely there. 



There still remains to be visited the valley through 

 which flows Terroda Creek and the country around the 

 base of Mt. Bonaparte, and it is probable that it is this 

 country which will appeal more strongly to the feelings 

 of the sportsman than any section that he has yet visited 

 on the reserve. As you leave Kettle River and start up 

 Terroda Creek you notice that the topography is different 

 from anything you have yet seen. The valley up which 

 you are climbing is but little more than a canon, the 

 mountains are higher, more rugged and their north slopes 

 are densely timbered, and withal the country, as you 

 travel on, begins to more and more fit your ideal of what 

 a game country ought to be. These feelings but do the 

 country justice, for here is where you will find the big 

 mule deer (C. maerotia) and the Columbian or black-tail 

 deer (C. eolumbiauus). This country is the fall and winter 

 feeding ground of these deer, and when the rutting sea- 

 son begins in October they are constantly on the move and 

 are found on the high mountains and in the valleys alike. 



The most dangerous of our big game is the grizzly 

 bear, and the hunter whose prowess enables him to wear 

 a grizzly's scalp at his belt is justly proud of the fact 

 that he has met and conquered this monarch of the woods. 

 They are gradually disappearing from the mountains 

 of the West and as each year goes by they are still 

 further and further back in the wild uninhabited 

 districts. They are found upon the reservation, but 

 from the fact that they seldom remain long in one 

 locality few of them are killed in comparison with 

 the number of black and brown bears slain each year. 

 This constant traveling through the country makes it ex- 

 tremely uncertain when you will meet with one. Conse- 

 quently when you are going out for mule deer you want 

 to be prepared to have a shot at the grizzly, which the 

 next turn in the trail may bring face to face with you. 

 A visit to this land of sport ought to be at least of one 

 month's duration, and the sportsman should come pre- 

 pared to rough it in the widest sense of the word. He 

 should have pack horses and a complete camp outfit, and 

 it would be advisable to employ one of the half-breeds as 

 a guide and packer, being sure that he has an accurate 

 knowledge of the country he is going into. And the one 

 making the trip under these conditions in the fall will 

 surely be fully repaid in good sport for the hardships of 

 camp life, and will vote with me that tbjp - v . the ; 1 ning 

 Mecca for the sportsmen of this broac 1 ^ 



Seattle, Wash. 0g*£ ' - *ES. 



Noah's "3krk on Wheels. 

 Mr. Howakd Eaton, of Medora, N. D., came last 

 week with a carload of live stock, and by the \» fJe he 

 reached the end of the journey he knew just how' Noah 

 felt when the Ark landed on Ararat. In the car were 

 four horses, a mule deer, a porcupine, three mountain 

 sheep, two coyotes, a lynx, two elk, an antelope and ten 

 swans. The specimens were all very much alive when 

 they started, and lost none of their native vivacity on the 

 way. They came through without accident, and Mr. 

 Eaton divided up the menagerie between the Philadelphia 

 Zoological Garden and Schenley Park in Pittsburg. Two 

 of the sheep, a 4-year-old ram and a yearling doe, went 

 to the Philadelphia Zoo, where they will beuared for in- 

 telligently by Mr. Arthur Erwin Brown, the superintend- 

 ent. Mr. Eaton tells us that the buck is a magnificent 

 specimen. The animals come from Idaho and the Bad 

 Lands of North Dakota, 



TWO MEN IN THE WOODS. 



To Say Nothing of the Dog. 



Sitting on the veranda at The Oaks one pleasant 

 evening last summer after a particularly good day with 

 the bass I casually mentioned to D. L. Hall, the proprie- 

 tor of that justly famous resort, that for a long time there 

 had been a deep-seated conviction in my mind that to 

 kill a bear was strictly necessary to my future happiness. 

 (The Oaks, I might mention, is on. the shore of Lake Cos- 

 sayuna, which means: Where the black bass live.) 



Once while partridge hunting in the Sawkill Swale in 

 Pike county, Pa., I strayed away from my shooting com- 

 panion and was soon thoroughly lost in the dense jungle 

 of laurel bushes. 



Night was coming on, and just as I arrived at the edge 

 of a small creek that cut its way through the clay bottom 

 of the swale I saw a bear track in the soft mud bordering 

 the stream. 



There were, in fact, several unmistakable signs that a 

 bear had been in that vicinity, and very recently at that. 

 Yet, so contradictory is human nature that for the first 

 time since I could carry a gun I had no desire whatever 

 to meet that bear, or in fact any bear. But that was 

 because it was late, and I was not hunting bear anyway. 



Now the fever was on again, and when Hall also con- 

 fessed to a hankering for a bear hunt and suggested that 

 when things were" ripe we should go over into the Green 

 Mountains and loaf around for a week or so with the 

 hope of at least seeing a bear, my satisfaction was un- 

 bounded. 



Sept. 25 found things ripe, and at 10 A. M. we 

 started from Salem. Don went with us. Don is a dog 

 over whose rigid back we had poured many a pound of 

 shot in times gone by. And Don is very wise in wood- 

 craft. 



At Arlington, Vt., we stopped over one day, shooting 

 woodcock in company with Mr. C. B. Warner, of that 

 place, and on the following day started for Glastonbury. 



Our aim was to find one Norman Madison, a veteran 

 bear hunter whose fame was great, and who moreover 

 had been thrice elected a member of the Vermont Legis- 

 lature. 



We learned that he also held the offices of supervisor, 

 road commissioner and district lister. Hall argued 

 that a man holding all these offices would have no time to 

 lay down the reins of state and go hunting. Later on we 

 learned that there was no ground whatever for any such 

 idea. 



Away in the heart of the Green Mountains we came 

 upon the object of our search. He said he always had 

 time to go hunting, and accepted with enthusiasm our 

 proposition that he act as our host and guide while we 

 were there. 



"Were there any bears in the vicinity?'' 



"Undoubtedly." 



"Three had been seen within a mile of his house a short 

 time ago." 



"Could we get a shot at one?" 

 "Very likely." 



We put out at the house, got dinner, went out for par- 

 tridge that afternoon, flushed a good many birds, killed 

 four, ate a light supper, and spent three hours of solid 

 comfort listening to our host's tales of bear hunts past and 

 gone. 



In the morning it was foggy, and the frost clothed the 

 stubble so that our trail was marked as in snow, as we 

 tramped up toward the woods half a mile away. 



We had intended taking only the bearhound (Madi- 

 son's) and leaving Don behind, but to this he (Don) en- 

 tered an emphatic protest: "He had walked the better 

 part of fifty miles, worked every bit of birdy ground in 

 transit, and to be left just now, just when things were 

 beginning to happen, was outrageous." 



It was pointed out to him that a liver and white pointer, 

 with an abnormal bump of curiosity, might get in trouble 

 interviewing an excited bear, who would probably be in 

 a hurry anyway, and he was forthwith shut in the stable, 

 from which he emerged immediately through a broken 

 window with an unnecessary celerity. 



Then we tied him to the corner of the woodshed and 

 started for the woods. He overtook us a few minutes 

 later, wearing an air of unwarranted cheerfulness and 3ft. 

 of broken strap. 



Then on his solemn assurance to stay close to heel we 

 took him along. The morning, as I have said, was cold 

 and foggy. 



Within 100yds. of the house, Madison, who was a few 

 yards ahead, stopped, pointed to the ground and beckoned 

 to us excitedly. We ran up and there, plainly outlined 

 on the frosty stubble, was the track of some large 

 animal. 



The hound, which was ranging some distance off, was 

 called in, and while waiting Madison informed U3 that it 

 was a bear track, and a recent one; that he had probably 

 been feeding in an old orchard near by and had been 

 frightened off at our approach, and consequently could 

 not be far away. 



Presently the hound came in, and after sniffing excit- 

 edly at the trail for a moment, started for the woods at a 

 pace that soon left us far behind. 



Now that dog had, on ordinary occasions, a voice that 

 might be called "peculiar," but the changes he rang in on 

 this occasion were startling. When he struck the ground 

 he would yell, and his clamor while in the air was a thing 

 to be remembered. 



There was a curious little break in it now and then , 

 that suggested to one's mind the idea that he had swal- 

 lowed something sharp. We were all on a run by this 

 time, and even Don forgot his solemn promise. He prob- 

 ably argued, that when an honest hunting dog made such 

 a noise as that it was fair to assume that things were 

 going to happen, and he went to see; which was quite 

 human, indeed. 



Tearing through the dense thicket of alders at the 

 edge of the woods, we paused to listen. The hound 

 was not more than 100yds. ahead, and even while we 

 listened there came a break in the yells ahead, and then a 

 series of howls of an entirely different nature, and then 

 silence. Madison swore softly to himself, and as we 

 crowded through the underbrush we gathered from his 

 lurid remarks that things were not panning out exactly as 

 he wished. Immediately after this we met Don. He 

 was returning with an enthusiasm that left no doubt of 

 his determination of abandoning bear hunting as a 

 pastime in the future. He was in a hurry, and evidently 

 worried about something. Every few steps he would stop 



and try to look at the back of bis neck. Then we saw 

 that he was bleeding from a cut just back of the ears. 

 He was thoroughly consumed with pity for himself, and 

 his efforts to see just how badly he was hurt were interest- 

 ing. To all attempts to have him lead us to the scene of 

 conflict he turned an absolutely deaf ear. He said sub- 

 stantially, "Go on if you want to. I'm done. I'm going 

 back to the house." Which he promptly did. 



Further on, just at the edge of a narrow but deep gul- 

 ley, we found the hound. We gathered from some re- 

 marks that be let fall that he, too, was dissatisfied about 

 something. He was bleeding from an ugly lacerated 

 wound of the shoulder, and there were many curious de- 

 signs drawn in his hide in red. 



It was clear that the two dogs had plunged into the gul- 

 ley after, or rather on top of, the bear; that he had said 

 something discouraging to them, and then pursued the 

 even tenor of his way up the mountain side. 



We went back to the House then. Madison carried the 

 hound, which was really unable to walk. Hall walked 

 behind, and made remarks chiefly concerning hunting 

 dogs that didn't know how to hunt, and it was obvious 

 that our chance for getting a bear in that neighborhood 

 was elim indeed. There was no other bear dog at hand, 

 and even the next day it required much diplomacy and 

 tact, to say nothing of force, to get that hound out from 

 behind the stove, and even then it was noticed that he 

 always came out on the side furthest from the woode. 



Even partridge hunting after this was not a success, 

 because Don insisted that we heave a stone into every 

 thicket before he would work it. So the following day 

 we left our statesman guide and came down the moun- 

 tain to Sunderland, and as the guest of Mr. Charles Bacon, 

 of that place, put in two days of fine woodcock shooting 

 over his marsh flats. 



And here, by the way, Don's courage revived, and to 

 see him stop and tell those* honest farm collies the details 

 of that battle in the woods was a sight to be remem- 

 bered. 



They would gaze at him in admiration and awe, and he 

 would yawn and walk around to imply that it was quite 

 a common occurrence with him, and in time he grew to 

 be quite as conceited as a human over it. But I shall 

 always believe that he lied to those dogs about the details 

 of that battle in the gulley. F. J. Tompkins, M.D. 



WHAT OLD DEER HUNTERS SAY. 



Deer and Lilypads. 



Lansing, Mich.— Deer will always go to a lake to feed 

 on or among the lilypads if there are any lilies in the 

 lake, and /they will be there feeding during the early 

 morning, the early evening, and often during the entire 

 night, if the nights are moonlight. Whether a deer will 

 eat lilypads is questioned. It is stated that the moose 

 will eat lilypads and dig in the mud for the roots, but the 

 deer will only eat the finer grasses which grow in the 

 water among the lilies, and seldom, or never, touch the 

 lilies. A deer park I sometimes visit has a small swamp 

 in one corner. This swamp has a large quantity of lilies 

 growing in the soft mud. The deer are constantly rooting 

 around among the lilies, but the owner tells me that they 

 never touch a lily. It is the small water weeds and 

 slender water grasses that the deer seem to be hunting 

 for. 



Deer in the Water. 



Deer go to water quite as much to bathe and to get 

 away from the flies and to enjoy a swim aB to drink. 

 Deer will go a long while without water if the water is 

 not accessible to them, but when they are really thirsty 

 and want to drink they will go a long distance to get 

 water and cover the distance in a remarkably short time. 

 Deer often swim a long distance just for the sake of the 

 swim, and they take these long or short swims of their 

 own accord quite as often as when driven to the water. 



In the winter in our northern country deer are often 

 run down by wolves, and a remarkable part of it is that 

 deer when pursued by wolves in the winter, when the 

 lakes are frozen over, will run for the ice exactly as 

 they run for water in summer when closely pursued, 

 and as they make slow progress on the ice they fall 

 an easy prey to their pursuers. 



Some years ago I was spending a few days in the early 

 fall at a lumber camp. One morning I discovered a big 

 buck swimming down the lake near the camp, so I walked 

 along the shore, in plain sight of the deer all the while, 

 for nearly a mile, and when the deer came out of the 

 water I was not to exceed' four rods from him, standing 

 in plain sight, and made no attempt to conceal myself. 

 The buck looked at me a few moments, shook himself, and 

 leisurely trotted away. I have often wondered if they 

 had an idea when the close season was. Deer sometimes 

 seem to be very stupid and dull, and will act in a manner 

 hard to explain; but usually it will require all the shrewd- 

 ness of a good hunter to get well within gunshot of a 

 deer. 



Deer on the Burned Lands. 



In our northern country fires often run over large strips 

 of woodland, and almost before the ground is cool the 

 deer will begin to travel over the burnt off district. The 

 weeds spring up quickly after these fires, and the deer 

 seem to enjoy eating the weeds more than they enjoy 

 browsing . They will frequent these burnt places and play 

 in the ashes, and it requires quite a little persecution to 

 drive them away. 



Local and Migratory Deer. 



Deer in Michigan are known as local deer and migra- 

 tory deer. The local deer are those that remain in a cer- 

 tain neighborhood during the entire year, and the migra- 

 tory deer are those that are simply passing through a 

 certain section, either in the fall going south or in the 

 spring going north . The residents of a country frequented 

 by deer soon learn to distinguish the local deer from the 

 migratory deer quite readily. Their habits differ, and 

 their actions differ greatly, in different parts of the coun- 

 try. Daer like their old homes, and will come back to 

 them year after year if the feed is good and they find 

 plenty of timber and water, and they are not driven 

 away by hunting. 



Deer Beds. 



Deer lay down often, and the difference between a 



