Forest and Stream. 



A Weekly Journal of the Rod and Gun. 



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NEW YORK, OCTOBER 30, 1890. 



$ VOL. XXXV.-No. 15. 



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CONTENTS. 



Editorial, 



The D^ad Camp-Fire. 



Non-Residents in New Jersey. 



Snap Shots. 

 Sportsman Toitrist. 



Moose River and the West 

 Branch. 



A Rainy Day. 

 Natdral History. 



The Lion of Fancy and of Fact 



Half Hours in the Sierra 

 Nevada. 



A Oronse Combat. 

 Game Bag and Gun. 



A High Old Time with a Coon. 



Where Boston Sportsmen 

 Hunt. 



Illinois Game Fields. 



The Nine Barr'l Club. 



Nova Scotia Monge. 



An All Round Rifle. 



Vermont Fish and Game 

 League. 



Game in Central California. 



About Sights. 



The Transgressor's Corner. 

 Sea and RrvER Fishing. 

 Hanover Lake Pike. 

 A Story of "The Gunnery." 

 Canadian Fish and Game In- 



Chicago and the West. 

 North Carolina Notes. 

 Ftshculture. 

 Notes on the Brook Trout. 



FlSHCtTLTTJRE. 



Yearling Landlocked Salmon. 

 New Hampshire Fishculture. 

 The Kennel. 

 Roger and Duke of Vernon at 

 Home. 



The Marguerite II. Litter. 

 The National Beagle Club and 



the A. K. C. 

 Dog Chat. 

 Dogs of the Day. 

 The American Coursing Club 



Meet. 

 Christopher. 

 Kennel Notes. 

 Kennel Management. 

 Rule and Trap Shooting. 

 Range and Gallery. 

 The Trap. 



Shooting in the Rain. 



The Lyman Cartridge. 



Blooming Grove Park. 



Cream City Gun Club. 



Omaha. 



Watson's Park. 

 Yachting. 



The Cape Catboat Spendthrift 



The Wreck of the Catarina. 



International Racing. 



Other International Trophies. 

 Canoeing. 



A. C. A. Committees and An- 

 nual Meeting. 



The A. C. A. Meet of 1890. 

 Answers to Correspondents. 



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NON-RESIDENTS IN NEW JERSEY. 

 TVTUMEROUS inquiries have been made of late respect- 

 -L^ ing non-resident licenses for shooting and fishing 

 in New Jersey. The game law of that State, Act of 

 April 4, 1878, makes it unlawful for non-residents to 

 shoot or fish "without complying with the by-laws of 

 the game protective societies, organized or to be organ- 

 ized under the laws of this State;" and a penalty of $50 

 is provided for violation. Plainly there is here no re- 

 quirement of a license unless such a license shall be spe- 

 cifically prescribed by the by-laws of some game protec- 

 tive society. In certain counties— Camden, Gloucester, 

 Atlantic, Salem, Cumberland and Cape May — the license 

 is demanded by a by-law of the West Jersey Game Pro- 

 tective Society, which reads : 



Any person or persons, non-residents of this State, wishing to 

 kill, destroy, hunt or taKe, at any time, any game . . . shall 

 first become members of this Society, by payment of the member- 

 ship fee to the secretary, receiving a certificate of membership, 

 i'ned by the President and Secretary, and sealed with the cor- 

 • seal Of said Society. . . . Each non-resident member 

 c from the Secretary a certificate of membership, said 

 e to be issued for the term of one year. . . . The fee 

 bersLip in this Society for non-residents shall be five 

 ior the first year, and for each succeeding year two dollars 

 We know of no other society whose by-laws require 

 non-residents to take out licenses; although we believe 

 that the New Jersey Game and Fish Protective So- 



ciety, of Plainfield, has collected money from sports- 

 men visiting New Jersey and given them certificates in 

 return. It is probable that a test case in the courts 

 would demonstrate that such collection of money by the 

 Plainfield society under its existing by-laws is without 

 warrant of law. In reply to an inquiry on this subject, 

 Mr. W. L. Force, the secretary, writes to the Book of the 

 Game Laws: "I do not know of any clause in our hy- 

 laws compelling a non-resident to join our game society. 

 The State law, however, says that they must 'comply with 

 the by-laws,' etc., and the second section of Section 7 is 

 supposed to cover the case." Section 7 reads as follows: 



§ 7. The annual dues of members shall |be two dollars for each 

 year, to be paid by each member in advance, the first payment to 

 be made to accconipany the application f oricertificate of member- 

 ship, and subsequent payments to be made annually in advance 

 upon the commencement of each succeeding year of membership; 

 and in case of non-election:such first annual fee shall be returned 

 forthwith to such applicant. Non-residents idesiring to become 

 members of this society, in accordance with the provisions of 

 Chapter CLXXX1V. of the Laws of the State of New Jersey, 

 must comply with the provisions of this section. 



The whole question turns on the meaning of the phrase 

 "must comply with the provisions of this section." We 

 cannot see that it means that the non-resident must join 

 the society or pay any money to anybody for a certifi- 

 cate. If the Plainfield society wishes to compel non- 

 residents to take out a license, it can readily accomplish 

 that end by saying so in plain English in its by-laws. 



It would be interesting if some one would test this 

 question by taking it into the courts. Meanwhile the 

 sportsman dwelling in a less favored clime who seeks New 

 Jersey covers is admonished that it will unquestionably 

 be cheaper to pay the $2 than to pay New Jersey lawyer 



THE DEAD CAMP-FIRE. 



AHEAP of ashes, a few half -burned brands, a black- 

 ened pair of crotched sticks that mark the place of 

 the once glowing heart of the camp, furnish food for the 

 imagination to feed upon or give the memory an elusive 

 taste of departed pleasures. 



If you were one of those who saw its living flame and 

 felt its warmth, the pleasant hours passed here come 

 back with that touch of sadness which accompanies the 

 memory of all departed pleasures and yet makes it not 

 unwelcome. What was unpleasant, even what was 

 almost unendurable, has nearly faded out of remem- 

 brance or is recalled with a laugh. 



It was ten years ago, and the winds and fallen leaves 

 of as many autumns have scattered and covered the gray 

 heap, or, if it was only last year, and you fancy that the 

 smell of fire still lingers in the brands, how vividly re- 

 turn to you the anxious deliberation with which the site 

 was chosen with a view to all attainable comfort and 

 convenience, and the final satisfaction that followed the 

 establishment of this short-lived home, short-lived, but 

 yet so much a home during its existence. 



Nothing contributed so much to make it one as the 

 camp-fire. How intently you watched its first building 

 and lighting, how labored for its maintenance with 

 awkwardly- wielded ax, how you inhaled the odors of its 

 cookery and essayed long-planned culinary experiments 

 with extemporized implements, over its beds of coals, 

 and the consequent exaltation of triumph or mortification 

 of failure. 



All these come back to you, and the relighting of the 

 fire in the sleepy dawn, the strange mingling of white 

 sunlight and yellow firelight when the sun shot its first 

 level rays athwart the camp, the bustle of departure for 

 the day's sport, the pleasant loneliness of camp-keeping 

 with only the silent woods, the crackling fire and your 

 thoughts for company ; the incoming at nightfall and the 

 rekindling of the fire, when the rosy bud of sleeping 

 embers suddenly expanded into a great blossom of light 

 whose petals quivered and faded and brightened among 

 the encircling shadows of the woods. You laugh again 

 at the jokes that ran around that merry circle and wonder 

 again and again at the ingenuity with which small per- 

 formances where magnified into great exploits, little 

 haps into strange adventure, and with which bad shots 

 and poor catches were excused. 



At last came breaking camp, the desolation of dismant- 

 ling and leave-taking. How many of you will ever meet 

 again ? How many of those merry voices are stilled for- 

 ever, from how many of those happy faces has the light 

 of life faded? 



Who lighted this camp-fire r Years have passed since , 



it lit the nightly gloom of the woods, for moss and lichens 

 are creeping over the charred back-log. A green film is 

 spread over the ashes, and thrifty sprouts are springing 

 up through them. 



You know that the campers were tent-dwellers, for 

 there stand the rows of rotten tent pins inclosing a rusty 

 heap of mold that once was a fragrant couch of ever- 

 greens inviting tired men to rest, or you know they spent 

 their nights in a shanty, for there are the crumbling 

 walls, the fallen-in roof of bark that never again will 

 echo song or jest. 



This pile of fish bones attests that they were anglers, 

 and skillful or lucky ones, for the pile is large. If you 

 are an ichthyologist, you can learn by these vestiges of 

 their sport whether they satisfied the desire of soul and 

 stomach with the baser or the nobler fishes; perhaps a 

 rotting pole, breaking with its own weight, may decide 

 whether they fished with worm or fly; but whether you 

 relegate them to the class of scientific or unscientific 

 anglers, you doubt not they enjoyed their sport as much 

 in one way as in the other. 



You know that they were riflemen, for there is the 

 record of their shots in the healing bullet wounds on the 

 trunk of a great beech. For a moment you may fancy 

 that the woods still echo the laughter that greeted the 

 shot that just raked the side of the tree; but it is only the 

 cackle of a yellow-hammer. 



There is nothing to tell you who they were, whence 

 they came, or whither they went; but they were camp- 

 ers, lovers of the great outdoor world so akin to you, and 

 you bid them hail and farewell without a meeting. 



SNAP SHOTS. 



MR. T. M. ALDRICH, who called the other day on 

 his way South with a string of dogs for the coming 

 trials, tells us that the shooting season in Rhode Island 

 has not by any means made good the promise of the 

 earlier year with respect to ruffed grouse. The hirds 

 bred well, and a capital season was anticipated; but gun- 

 ners have failed to find them. Nobody can satisfactorily 

 account for the failure; but the grouse tick theory has its 

 supporters. Another noticeable feature of the season is 

 that quail are remarkably backward in growth; they are 

 small, too small to shoot. It might be thought that the 

 small ones are second broods; but if that is the case, ask 

 the shooters where are the birds of the first broods? 



Moose are reported numerous in Nova Scotia this 

 season. A correspondent who has just returned reports 

 that his party shot three, and saw and heard many more. 

 A great many have been killed. Digby is a starting point. 

 Non-residents are required to pay a license. From what 

 we learn, there appears to be reason to believe that the 

 license law is not enforced with perfect impartiality. It 

 is said that in some localities it makes a difference as to 

 what hotels are patronized by visiting sportsmen, immun- 

 ity from prosecution for hunting without a license count- 

 ing as among the advantages enjoyed by the guests of 

 certain inns. 



The man Hoxie — that Rhode Island game protector who 

 was caught with a big basket of grouse and woodcock 

 killed out of season— will be up for trial again to-morrow. 

 It will be remembered that he got off with only one fine 

 the first time. The officers of the prosecuting society are 

 determined to vindicate the law in this case. The aver- 

 age Rhode Island farmer, in the vicinity of Narragansett 

 Pier and other summer watering places, has absolutely 

 no scruple whatever about shooting robins, chicken par- 

 tridge, young quail and whatever else he can dispose of 

 to the restaurant keepers. 



We record with much regret the death of Dr. Amandus 

 Ferber, whose papers on angling have for many years 

 given pleasure to the readers of Forest and Stream. Dr. 

 Ferber was a devoted fisherman; his experience in fly- 

 fishing on the west coast of Florida was perhaps more ex- 

 tensive than that of any of his companions. He was a 

 man of gentlemanly instincts, who by his principles and 

 practice did credit to the craft. 



We would be glad to have information about shooting 

 resorts in the South. As noted by our Boston correspon- 

 dent, sportsmen from the North are finding their way in 

 increasing numbers to Virginia, the Carolinas, Georgia 

 and Florida. For the benefit of those who are seeking 

 desirable hunting points, we invite communications on 

 the subject. 



