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MONROE SPORTSMEN'S ASSOCIATION. 



1_> OCHESTER, Feb. 8.— It seems as if sportsmen in 

 this city and vicinity are really waking up. _ The 

 annual meeting of the Monroe Sportsmen's Association 

 last Wednesday was well attended and much interest was 

 evinced by those present in the plans of the directors for 

 the propagation and protection of game and fish. 



It was the unanimous opinion of those present that the 

 S tate ought to appropriate money for the propagation of 

 game birds just as it does for fish, and the committee 

 who will represent the association afc the Syracuse con- 

 vention were instructed to bring this matter up and push 

 it before that body. 



It was voted to pay $25 to any person furnishing evi- 

 dence sufficient for the conviction of any person shooting 

 game out of season. The matter of purchasing 1,000 

 more quail for distribution among land owners who will 

 agree to feed and look after them, was left with the 

 Board of Directors with full power to act. The following 

 were the officers elected for 1S92: President, W. S. Kini- 

 bsUi Vice-President, J. R. Fanning: Treasurer, F. B. 

 Bishop; Secretary, Edmund Redtnond: Board of Direc- 

 tors— J. H. Brown, J. W. Oothout and J. K. Beckwith; 

 Delegates to the Syracuse Convention, Friday, Feb. 12— 

 E. O. Sage, C. C. Morse, Dr. M. L. Mallory. 



Last Thursday evening a new sportsmen's club was 

 organized in this city, to be known as the "Forest and 

 Stream" Rod and Gun Club. The organization starts out 

 well, having a membership of thirty, with a half century 

 limit. It has nicely furnished rooms and will hold semi- 

 monthly shoots at the Driving Park. 



The r fficers elect are: President, George J. Zimmer; 

 First Vice-President, J. F, Hafoer; Second Vice-Presi- 

 dent, M. D. Tarba; Third Vice-President, W. L. Rornley; 

 Secretary and Financier, P. H. Kelly: Corresponding 

 Secretary, W. O. La Force; Shooting Master, E. B. 

 Meyers; Assistant Shooting Master, Geo. Burr; Fishing- 

 Master, B. F. Bryant; Assistant Fishing Master, T. J. 

 Williams. 



Now, in regard to the late departures by this journal, 

 every one here speaks in the highest praise of all of them 

 but one, and that is the color of the cover, and if there 

 are as many disaffected readers in other cities as there 

 are here, and you fellows who run the paper will give us 

 a chance to vote as to whether the color shall be white or 

 the old green we all love so well (and would again if we 

 had the chance), it is ten to one that green she'd be. 

 Jacobstaff I am with you, and I am sure we are in good 

 company. O. S. Bee. 



CALIFORNIA NOTES. 



AUBURN, Cal., Jan. 15.— To day, as I was riding along 

 under a genial sky, with the green grass and spring- 

 ing vegetation on all sides, and the quail whirring up from 

 the roadside and the boom of the bunter's gun sounding 

 from the hills and canons, my memory carried me back 

 to my experience of January days in my old Eastern 

 home, and 1 could but congratulate myself upon my 

 present fortune. 



We who have lived upon this coast for many years 

 have become indifferent to and thoughtless about our 

 many blessings and privileges, and simply take them as 

 a matter of course. 



But I can remember well the sensations experienced in 

 my first winter in California and the novel adventures it 

 yielded. And I thiuk these memories have been awak- 

 ened, and my commiseration for the lot of the Eastern 

 sportsman in these January days has been aroused by a 

 litle incident that occurred the other day. 



All the world knows (or at least ought to know) that 

 the great annual Citrus Fair for northern California is 

 now being held in this little city. On Wednesday last 

 (the 18 th) the excursion train of the International Press 

 Club arrived here, bearing the great Eastern lights of 

 that association on a visit to our State. The excursion- 

 ists made their first halt in the State at this place, that 

 they might visit the fair and view our oranges and 

 lemons in all their golden beauty, as arranged in walls, 

 arches, pyramids, temples, pagodas, lighthouses, pillars, 

 horns of plenty, and all other imaginable forms of beauty 

 that could be constructed out of the tempting fruit. 



The train arrived just after sunrise, with its platforms, 

 brakebeams, etc., dripping with the melting snow, some 

 of which it had probably brought with it from its start- 

 ing point in New York city. 



As the train came to a standstill one of the members 

 *of the club came out upon the platform, sleepily rub- 

 bing his eyes, and as he turned to descend the steps of 

 the car the level rays of the glorious sun struck him 

 fairly in the face. He stopped, with his foot in midair, 

 gazed an instant upon the grand scene of mountain, 

 canon and valley glowing in the genial rays of the risen 

 sun, and then, taking off his hat, he made a low obeis- 

 ance to that royal luminary and exclaimed, "Good day, 

 sir, How do you do. I have not seen your blessed face 

 before for ten days." Then, turning, he called back to 

 his fellow travelers: "Hurry up, gentlemen, hurry up! 

 Here's the sun, and God's green earth once more!" 



The scene reminded me forcibly that we, who live 

 here among these favored surroundings, forget our bless- 

 ings, and fail to be grateful for our privileges, 



While the New England sportsman has no opportunity 

 of giving his gun an airing unless by braving the wintry 

 winds after "Br'er Fox," our guns are kept smoking 

 every day if so desired. The law-abiding deer hunter's 

 rifle is laid aside here for two years, as deer are abso- 

 lutely protected for that length of time, owing to so 

 many having perished in their mountain feeding grounds 

 by the heavy snows of the winter of '89 and "90, and also 

 to their rapid decimation by the despicable "skin 

 butcher." 



But the quail— two varieties— the piece de resistance of 

 the California gunner, is with u~i always for our delight 

 and sport. Of course in the two great valleys (practically 

 one) of the Sacramento and San Joaquin geese and ducks 

 form the staple sport. But I speak tor the State at large 

 when I claim the quail to be our leading game. And 

 they will always be with us. In our State is a vast terri- 

 tory of mountainous lands, covered with a dense growth 

 of chapparal, which never will be, and never can be. 

 cultivated. Within these safe recesses Orortyx and Lo- 

 phortyx will live, multiply and grow fat, until present 

 conditions of soil and climate shall be no more. 



Brothers of the gun, you who dwell amid the snowy 

 fields and ice-covered streams of the North, come and sit 

 down with me to this dish of good things! All the year 



around we will keep our guns and rifles in practice 

 upon the hare and the spermophile— both destructive 

 creatures, and without friends— which yield a fair amount 

 of sport, as it requires skill to compass their capture. 



Then, in accordance with whether it is the "open" or 

 "close" season, we can for nine months in the year enjoy 

 prime sport after the choicest game our country affords. In 

 June the dove season opens; then comes the deer — the 

 years 1891 and 1892 excepted — in September the quail, 

 grouse; ducks and snipes (the geese inaugurate their own 

 close season) occupy our attention till close time comes 

 again. Is this not a feast of fat things? But I do not 

 want you all to come to it at once, for if you do our com- 

 bined efforts would soon "terminate the career of the 

 anserine producer of the auriferous ovav' 



Then, again, we have a lot of other fun sandwiched in 

 between. We have coons (just the same old coons that 

 broke up the "school meetin'" at Danvis), gray foxes, 

 wild pigeons and, greatest of all, bears. Why, some 

 summers ago, I got fairly rooted out of my blankets by a 

 bear while sleeping in a sheep camp in the high sierra— 

 but that's another story. 



Yes, gentlemen, our shootiDg, like our roses, can be en- 

 joyed throughout every month in the year. 



Of course this is a trite subject to many, and needed no 

 words; but to many others, eveu among our California 

 gunners, the difference that climate causes to sport is 

 never realized. Arefak. 



New York Association.— New York, Feb. 9.— The 

 regular monthly meeting of the New York Association 

 for the Protection of Game was held last evening at the 

 Gerlach. Nineteen members sat down to a very hand- 

 somely arranged round table in the center of which was 

 a superb bank of tulip?, evidently in honor of President 

 Roosevelt. After discussing an elegant dinner the club 

 adjourned to the reception room to attend to the regular 

 business of the association. Among the many communi- 

 cations read was one from Angelo Murillo offering to 

 settle with the club for the sum of $ 1 50. This offer was ac- 

 cepted, as was also one from a Mr. Kaiser , on West street, 

 who offered to pay $25 and costs for selling quail out of 

 season. The secretary complained that he was served 

 with game out of season at Proctor's restaurant and fur- 

 nished proofs of same. The counsel was instructed to 

 commence a suit for #125, the penalty for five birds eo 

 served. The counsel was requested to caution Mr. Sherry, 

 the famous Fifth avenue caterer, who served pinnated 

 grouse at the New York Rowing Club's dinner lately. 

 After appointing delegates to the State convention to be 

 held on the 12th inst. and electing one new member, the 

 association adjourned.— W. Holberton, Sec'y. 



St. Louis Notes.— Feb. 6.— The St. Louis Gun Club 

 has elected the following officers: Pres., Wm. Fisher: 

 Vice-Pres., Geo. Robinson: Sec'y, L. Smith; Treas., Wm. 

 Bottle. The Swifton Hunting and Fishing Club has been 

 recently organized and has purchased a tract of land on 

 the St. Francis River near Big Lake, where a club house 

 will be erected next summer. The Keeners Gun Club is 

 a new organization and it has purchased a tract of land in 

 Arkansas on the Black River. The officers are: Pres., 

 W. S. Wad*; Vice-Pres., L. B. Ennis; Sec'y, H. Miller, 

 and Treas.. H. Griffin. The U. S. Fish Commission has 

 sent a car from the Neosho hatchery to Chilton on the 

 Current River, where 2,500 tench and 1,500 rainbow trout 

 will be turned loose. The Current River is one of the 

 best fishing sti-earns in this State.— Aberdeen. 



Sleeping Bags. — I bought oyds. of unbleached cotton 

 cloth and made it into a bag 3ft. wide by 7ft. long, dipped 

 it inb liled oil and hung it up to dry. I then took a heavy 

 double blanket, folded it twice and sewed it along the 

 side and one end, making a bag with four compartments. 

 In warm summer nights I crawl into the top compart- 

 ment, with one thickness over me and three thicknesses 

 under me, and then draw the oiled bag on over. In win- 

 ter I sleep with three blankets over and one under and 

 have never had a cold or wet bed, though having slept 

 with it on the beach in a cold east raiu. So far as econ- 

 omy is concerned I think my bag perfect. I hope to 

 hear more of sleeping bags through the Forest and 

 Stream.— C.W. H. 



Ashlar, Pa., Feb. 8.— The initial step for the forma- 

 tion of a game and fish protective association was taken 

 on Tuesday night by about a dozen of our sportsmen who 

 met at the American Hose house. The next meeting will 

 be held at the Americus Club rooms on Tuesday evening 

 next at '7:80 o ! clock. Sportsmen from anywhere in the 

 county are cordially invited to be present and join.— 

 T. F, B. 



Capt. Gallup,— The venerable Captain E, B. Gallup, 

 who has been acting as a policeman for the Taylor's Island 

 Ducking Club, has served out his term and baB returned 

 to his home in Havre de Grace. Captain Gallup was a 

 brave and efficient officer and will be missed from the 

 neighborhood. 



Small Calibers. — I have been much interested in the 

 articles on small-bores, and can add a bona, fide testi- 

 mony to the killing powers of a little .22. Two deer 

 were killed in this vicinity by the first shot each. One 

 was a buck, shot through the shoulder at 100 yds., the 

 other in the neck at less distance by a .22 long. — Straight. 



• The New Jersey Bill to permit landowners to kill 

 game from Sept. 1 to March 1 has been killed. 



'"That reminds me." 



1WENT 800 miles to catch my first trout. It was on 

 Sunday. My guide and friend would not desecrate 

 the day, but seeing my eagerness agreed to show me 

 "how it was done.' - Flies were not much used then. 

 The bait was angleworms, carried the whole distance in 

 boxes. It did not take me long to capture my first one, 

 but on seeking to arrange bait I discovered I had the 

 "buck ague" so bad I could not hold the hook in my 

 hand. J AP . 

 New Albany, lod. 



Angling Talks. By George Dawson. Price 50 cents. Fly- 

 Rods and Fly-Tackle. By H. P. Wells. Pii,ce $2.50. Fly- 

 Fishing and Fly-Making for Trout. By J. H. Keene. 

 Price $1.50. American Angler's Book. By Thad. Norris. 

 Price $5.50. 



Tee pull texts of the game fish laws of all the States, 

 Territories and British Provinces are given in the Book of 

 the Game Laws. 



TROUTING IN THE CASCADES.-IX. 



THE MOLALLA COUNTRY. 



THE evening of the second day of August found me at 

 Moody's, on the bank of the Molalla, with the same 

 crew and cargo. Again the women were sipping their 

 tea; again Ira and Billy were spinning yarns, and again 

 Fay and I were out in the yard looking at the mountains 

 and laying our plans for a cruise into the Cascades. 



For a month the. sky had been cloudless and blue, as 

 only the Oregon sky can be, and the mellowing influ- 

 ence of the calm summer was perceptible on every hand. 

 The bright steely green of the grass and leaves of early 

 June had sobered into those yellow tints suggestive of 

 the swiftly approaching autumn. 



"The spring's gay promise melted ill thee, 

 Fair summer, and Lhy gentle reign is here." 



The pure stratified air bore to our ears the sighs of sor- 

 rowing nature and decrepit summer yawned drowsily. 



Again we listened to Ira's stories of frontier life: again 

 we slept the innocent sleep of the angler sandwiched be- 

 tween the flea-infested sheets; awoke, dressed and ate 

 our breakfast, and again Fay and I were standing on the 

 bank at the upper crossing of the Molalla. 



The mad torrent of June was no more. The hot breath 

 of the dying summer had bidden the mountain's troubled 

 pulse "peace, be still!" and only the peevish fretting of 

 the weary waters greeted our ears. "The shallows mur- 

 mured, but the deeps were dumb." 



More than a month after our departure the remains of 

 poor Voorhes had been found half buried in the drifting 

 sand a mile below the scene of the accident. A frac- 

 tured skull accounted in a measure for his bewildered 

 actions at the time he was drowned. Evidently when 

 his horse fell his head had struck a boulder, which ren- 

 dered him half unconscious and an easy victim for the 

 voracious torrent, 



t I desired to pitch camp again at Hall's, on Milk Creek, 

 for the sweet memories of the early June would not 

 down. I hungered after the same scenes and thrills of 

 pleasure whith were pictured and embalmed in memory's 

 abode. 



Moody hitched up the same team to the same wagon 

 and took us over the same road to the old camp ground, 

 but there was a laziness about the Milk Creek Rapids and 

 a iistlessnf ss about the camp that wa3 dispiriting, and I re- 

 quested Ira to come up the next afternoon, as I might 

 wish to move camp. Few trout responded to my casts, 

 and they in a dreprecating sort of way that modified 

 the emblazoned memories of June. 



Pleasantly enough we spent the evening around the 

 same old camp-fire with the Halls, but there was not the 

 same riDg to the laughter, not the same pithiness to the 

 stories, not the same snap and crackle to the camp-fire. 

 Frank was away in the Willamette Valley at work in the 

 harvest fields, and I wished for the morrow and Moody 

 to come. 



Impatiently I awaited the coming of the grays and 

 spring wagon next day, for I had planned, and laid my 

 plan well for a new departure. 



I reasoned that the trout had deserted these smaller 

 streams for deeper waters, and that the Molalla itself 

 would make amends for the shattered idols and mental 

 anguish of my second camp on Milk Creek. 



I shouldered my shotgun, and strolled out for wild 

 pigeons. The woods were full of them, for they were 

 feeding on berries now ripened. I bagged a dozen or so 

 besides three blue grouse and a brace of pheasants. Less 

 than a mile from camp I got lost and wandered around 

 for an hour before I found any familiar landmarks 

 that enabled me to get my bearings. I am not much of 

 a woodsman, and without a creek to follow, it is almost 

 unsafe for me to go into the deep woods. Probably tbis 

 is but a natural result of a rearing on the wide prairies 

 of Iowa. 



In a dark canon which seemed wrapped in the dreary 

 solitude and stillness of the grave, I discovered a beauti- 

 ful spring. Sitting down, I drank my fill of its sparkling- 

 nectar and then proceeded on down its miry outlet, for 

 I knew it must be running down hill and' into Bull'* 

 Creek or Milk Creek or the Molalla. The inter-woven 

 sal-lal and vine-maple formed an almost impregnable 

 abatis, but I pushed my way through at the expense of 

 torn clothes, and the loss of considerable epidermis. 



The mire was full of the tracks of wild animals. There 

 was the track of the stealthy cat, the stupid bear and the 

 timid deer, all intermingled, and I imagined that I must 

 be lost in some dark hidden fastness of the deep moun- 

 tains. I was about to beat a retreat from the impene- 

 trable jungle, when with a last frantic effort I burst out 

 into the open about 200yds. from Hall's house. I bad been 

 duly and properly lost less than half a mile from my own 

 camp. 



The grays were standing down by the camp sleeping, 

 thrashing flies, and Billy and my wife were lazily whip- 

 cing Bull's Creek. As I approached, my wife peevishly 

 threw her rod on her shoulder and started for the house, 

 while Billy laughed outright. It seems that she had 

 hooked a young Chinook salmon, about the size of a girl's 

 little finger, which Billy had unhooked and thrown back. 

 No sooner did she cast again than the same fingerling at- 

 tacked with a vehemence that indicated bis firm determ- 

 ination to swallow the whole business, or die in the 

 attempt. The greediness of the Chinook fingerlings is 

 almost phenomenal. Such being the case I cannot un- 

 derstand why it is that when full grown he never takes 

 the fly. 



We lounged around in the shade until three o'clock, 

 then loaded up and started for the Molalla. We would 

 go back to Moody's for the night, and next day pitch our 

 camp as near the junction as we could get. It was about 

 five o'clock in the afternoon when the horses stopped to 



