Forest and Stream. 



A Weekly Journal of the Rod and Gun. 



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NEW YORK, JULY 9, 1891. 



( VOL. XXXVI.-No. 35. 



i No. 318 Broadwat, New York. 



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No. 318 Bboadwat. 



Forest and Stoeam Publlshins Ooi 



New Yobk City. 



CONTENTS. 



Editobial. 



The New York Association. 



July Days. 



Snap Shots. 

 The Spobtsman Toubist. 



A Mid-Summer Pjean. 



Notes From a Sheep Camp. 



Treating in the Sweetwater. 



An Outing in Central America 

 Natitbal Histobt. 



Do Caribou Exist in Oregon? 



Pennsylvania Notes. 

 Game Bag and Gun. 



Gun Gossip. 



Moose Hunting in Nova Scotia 

 The New Yorli Association. 

 Game Notes. 

 Sea and Riveb Fishing. 

 On the North Shore.— X. 

 Chicago and the West. 

 Oregon Fish and Fishermen. 

 The Ware Rod and Gun Club. 

 Kennerly's Salmon. 

 New England Waters 

 Angling Notes. 

 Maine Waters. 



FlSHCtTLTrBB. 



Illinois Fisbculture. 



The Kennel. 

 A Run With the Beagles. 

 The Greyhound Elcho. 

 Irish Setter Type. 

 Dog Chat. 

 Kennel Notes. 



Answei-s to Correspondents. 

 Rifle and Tbap Shootinu 

 Elange and Gallery. 

 Revolver Shooting in England. 

 The Newark Shoot. 

 The Trap. 



Davenport— Leibenger. 

 The Hollywood Cup. 

 Yachting. 

 Long Island Sound Races. 

 Building Undpr Survey. 

 Boston City Regatta. 

 St. Lawrence Y. C. 

 American Model Y. C. 

 Royal Canadian Y. C. 

 Beverly Y. C. 



Corinthian Y. C, Marblehead. 

 Bouncer Boats. 

 Canoeing. 

 Preparations for the A. C. A. 

 Meet. 



Answebs to Correspondents- 



JULY DAYS. 



THE woods are dense with full-grown leafage. Of all 

 the trees, only the basswood has delayed its blos- 

 soming, to crown the height of summer and fill the sun- 

 steeped air with a perfume that calls all the wild bees 

 from .hollow tree and scant woodside gleaning to a 

 wealth of honey gathering, and all the hive-dwellers 

 from their board-built homes to a finer and sweeter pil- 

 lage than is offered by the odorous white sea of buck- 

 wheat. Half the flowers of wood and fields are out of 

 bloom. Herdsgrass, clover and daisy are falling before 

 the mower. The early grain fields have already caught 

 the color of the sun and the tasseling corn rustles its 

 broad leaves above the rich loam that the woodcock de- 

 lights to bore. 



The dwindling streams have lost their boisterous 

 clamor of springtide and wimple with subdued voices 

 over beds too shallow to hide a minnow or his poised 

 shadow on the sunlit shallows. The sharp eye of the 

 angler probes to the bottom, the green depths of the 

 slowly swu'ling pools, and discovers the secrets of the big 

 fi.sh who congregate therein. 



The river has marked the stages of its decreasing vol- 

 ume with many lines along its steep banks, and discloses 

 the muskrat's doorway, to which he once dived so grace- 

 fully, but now must clumsily climb to. Rafts of drift- 

 wood bridge the shallow cm-rent sunk so low that the 

 lithe willows bend in vain to kiss its warm bosom. This 

 only the swaying trails of water- weeds toy with now; 

 these and the rustling sedges and swift-winged swallows 

 coyly touching it. There is not depth to hide the scurry- 

 ing schools of minnows, the half of whom fly into the 

 air in a curving burst of silver shower before the rush of 

 a pickerel, whose green and mottled sides gleam like a 

 swift-shot arrow in the downright sunbeams. 



The sandpiper tilts along the shelving shore. Out of 

 an embowered harbor a woodduck convoys her fleet of 



ducklings, and on the ripples of their wake the anchored 

 argosies of the water lilies toss and cast adrift their car- 

 goes of perfume. Above them the green heron perches 

 on an overhanging branch, uncouth but alert, whether 

 sentinel or scout, flapping his awkward way along the 

 ambient bends and reaches. "With slow wing beats he 

 signals the coming of some more lazily moving boat, 

 that drifts at the languid will of the current or indolent 

 pull of oars that grate on the golden-meshed sand and 

 pebbles. 



Lazily, unexpectantly, the angler casts his line, to be 

 only a convenient perch for the dragon flies; for the fish, 

 save the afl:righted minnows and the hungry pickei'el, are 

 as lazy as he. To-day he may enjoy to the full the con- 

 templative man's recreation, nor have his contemplations 

 disturbed by any finny folk of the under-water world, 

 while dreamily he floats in sunshine and dappled shadow, 

 so at one with the placid waters and quiet shores that 

 woodduck, sandpiper and heron, scarcely note his unob- 

 trusive presence. 



No such easy and meditative pastime attends his brother 

 of the gun, who, sweating under the burden of lightest 

 apparel and equipment, beats the swampy covers where 

 beneath the sprawling alders and arching fronds of fern, 

 the woodcock hides. Not a breath stirs the murky atmos- 

 phere of these depths of shade, hotter than sunshine; not 

 a branch nor leaf moves but with his struggling passage, 

 or marking with a wake of waving undergrowth the 

 course of his unseen dog. 



Except this rustling of branches, sedges and ferns, the 

 thin, continuous piping of the swarming mosquitoes, the 

 busy tapping and occasional harsh call of a woodpecker; 

 scarcely a sound invades the hot silence, till the wake of 

 the hidden dog ceases suddenly and the waving brakes 

 sway with quickening vibrations into stillness behind him. 

 Then, his master draws cautiously near, with gun at a 

 ready and an unheeded mosquito drilling his nose, the 

 fern leaves burst apart with a sudden shiver, and a wood- 

 cock, uttering that still unexplained twitter, upsprings in 

 a halo of rapid wing-beats and flashes out of sight among 

 leaves and branches. As quick, the heelplate strikes the 

 alert gunner's shoulder and as if in response to the shock, 

 the short unechoed report jars the silence of the woods. 

 As if out of the cloud of sulphurous smoke, a shower of 

 leaves flutter down, with a quicker patter of dry twigs 

 and shards of bark, and among all these a brown clod, 

 dropping lifeless and inert to mother earth. 



A woodcock is a woodcock, though but three-quarters 

 grown; and the shot one that only a quick eye and ready 

 hand may accomplish ; but would not the achievement 

 have been more worthy, the prize richer, the sport keener 

 in the gaudy leafage and bracing air of October days, 

 rather than in this sweltering heat, befogged with clouds 

 of pestering insects, when every step is a toil, every 

 moment a torture? Yet men deem it sport and glory if 

 they do not delight in its performance. The anxious 

 note and behavior of mother song birds, whose poor little 

 hearts are in as great a flutter as their wings concerning 

 their half-grown broods, hatched coincidently with the 

 woodcock, is proof enough to those who would heed it, 

 that this is not a proper season for shooting. But in 

 some northerly parts of our wide country it is woodcock 

 now or never, for the birds bred still further northward 

 are rarely tempted by the cosiest copse or half-sunned 

 hillside of open woods to linger for more than a day or 

 two, as they fare southward, called to warmer days of 

 rest and frostless moonlit nights of feeding under kind- 

 lier skies. 



While the nighthawk's monotonous cry and intermittent 

 boom and the indistinct voice of the whippoorwill ring 

 out in the late twilight of the July evenings, the alarmed, 

 half -guttural chuckle of the grass plover is heard, so early 

 migrating in light marching order, thin in flesh but strong 

 of wing, a poor prize for the gunner whose ardor outrims 

 bis humanity and better judgment. Lean or fat, a plover 

 is a plover, but would that he might tarry with us till the 

 plump grasshoppers of August and September had clothed 

 his breast and ribs with fatness. 



Well, let him go, if so soon he will. So let the wood- 

 cock go, to offer their best to more fortunate sportsmen. 

 What does it profit us to kill merely for the sake of kill- 

 ing, and have to show therefore but a beggarly account 

 of bones and feathers? Are there not grouse and quail 

 and woodcock waiting for us. and while we wait for 

 them can we not content ourselves with indolent angling 

 by shaded streams in these melting days of July rather 



than by contributing the blaze and smoke of gunpowder 

 to the heat and murkiness of midsummer? 



If we must shed blood let us tap the cool veins of the 

 fishes, not the hot arteries of brooding mother birds and 

 their fledglings. 



THE NEW YOBK ASSOCIATION. 



'T^HERE is in this State a society with an excellent 

 title — The New York State Association for the Pro- 

 tection of Fish and Game. For many years the title has 

 been all there was in the society so far as to the purpose 

 indicated by the name. Season after season the Associa- 

 tion has met for trap-shooting; but the delegates have 

 had neither time nor inclination for such protective 

 work as they might well have accomplished. 



Last week we published a communication from Gen. 

 D. H. Bruce of Syracuse urging that a new society should 

 be formed to take up the work neglected by the old one, 

 or that the latter should be reformed. This letter has 

 brought out a response from Mr. Horace White, the pres- 

 ident of the State Association. He cordially indorses the 

 spirit of the plan proposed by Gen. Brace; and tells us 

 that there is still left capital material in his society to do 

 all that the times demand. In this estimate Mr. White 

 is without doubt correct. The Association represents a 

 large proportion of the citizes of this State interested in 

 shooting. Its constituent clubs are numerous and influ- 

 ential. In securing legislation, in aiding the State game 

 and fish protectors, in moulding jmblic sentiment to ap- 

 preciate right protection, these clubs, welded into a State 

 association, could be all powerful. There is here pre- 

 sented a magnificent opportunity for those now in con- 

 trol of the Association to make it in spirit and effect all 

 that it is in name. We urge upon Mr. White and Gen. 

 Brace and others in Syracuse, that they discuss the sub- 

 ject, decide upon a plan of action and take early steps 

 to put it into effect. Their letters give abundant assur- 

 ance that Syracuse is the center to which we must look 

 for the new movement. 



And why not begin now? President Wliite has pro- 

 posed that delegates interested in the work should be 

 sent to Syracuse next J une, But there is work to be done 

 before then. The codification bill will come up again at 

 Albany next winter. May it not be practicable to perfect 

 the fish and game protective organization in season to 

 provide that the sportsmen of this State shall not be 

 fooled with at another session of the Legislature? Indeed 

 there are so many lines of effort, so much that might be 

 accomplished with a proper organization, that we are 

 most earnest in expression of a hope that our Syracuse 

 friends will take immediate action. 



SNAP SHOTS. 



THE Superintendent of Fish Cultm-e for the Dominion 

 of Canada, Mr. Charles Wilmot, believes that gill- 

 nets have done more injury to the Lake Ontaiio whitefish 

 than the pound- nets, or any other form of fishing appa- 

 ratus. He states that they have already destroyed some 

 of the finest spawning beds in the Great Lakes, and par- 

 ticularly in Ontario. They accomplish this extermina- 

 tion by taking young fish in great numbers. In Georgian 

 Bay he says there are 1,000 miles of this destructive net- 

 ting. Mr. Wilmot considers the fixed pound-nets not in- 

 jurious to the whitefish, as they catch only adult fish. 

 However this may be, the pound-net is regarded as the 

 destroyer of the river fisheries for shad in the Connecti- 

 cut and Potomac. 



We have received through IVIr. Wade one dollar "from 

 a little girl" for the Helen Keller fund. In response to a 

 remittance from us of funds collected, Dr. Anagnos 

 writes under date of June 39: 



In the absence of Helen Keller, who went home last week to 

 spend the summer vacation with her parents, I write to acknowl- 

 edge the receipt of the additional amount of eighteen dollars, 

 which you were so very kind as to send to her for the benefit of 

 her protege, little Tommy Stringer, and to thank yoti, and through 

 you each and all the contributors, for your continued interest in 

 the unfortunate boy. That Heaven may bless and reward all of 

 you for your active benevolence is the earnest wish of yours, very 

 sincerely, M. Anagnos. 



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