March 10, 1892.] 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



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BUDD— FULFORD. 



Chicago, m., March 3— Mr. E. D. Fulford cme to our town. 

 Jack Brewer was with him. They came here Monday, and got in 

 (he center of the towu, and then they said, real loud: 



"We're here!" 



Chicago never trembled. 



No, somehow Chicago stood it all right. At this date Chicago 

 is still here. 



Jack Brewer on Tuesday saw his picture, face toward the wall. 

 "You'd better go home, Jack," Roll Organ said to him. "Our 

 match box is our of order, so far as you are concerned. Besides, I 

 heard there was a man looking for you." By that time Jack was 

 ai the depot. As the t rain passed South Chicago he was seen on 



D. FULFORD. 



the platform, and through bis fine Grecian lips there floated the 

 melody of that touching old song: 



"He never came back- 

 He never came back- 

 He never came back any more." 



After Col. Brewer bad got past South Chicago Mr. Fulford said 

 he would like to bet $500 that Col. Brewer could beat any man 

 Chicago could name. 



At this juncture the safe door at Billy Mussey's fell open with 

 a harsh, subdued jar which startled Mr. Fulford. . 



"1*11 have to go you," said J. L. Wilcox, sort of calm and delib- 

 erate like. "Let's say $400 a side, $50 forfeit right now, match to 

 be shot this week." 



"Sav $25 forfeit," said Mr. Fulford, and so that was agreed. 

 Mr. Fulford wired Col. Brewer, but he "never came back, etc." 



"Talk about hard birds," 

 said Mr. Fulford, "you 

 don't have hard birds out 

 here, real trained birds, 

 you know, hard trained 

 birds. I'll bet 8500 I can 

 bring 25 birds here that 

 no man in Chicago can 

 kill 15 out of." 



The safe door again 

 jarred harshly. "I'll have 

 to go you," said a voice. 



"I'll tell you how those 

 birds are trained," said 

 Mr. Fulfnrd, etc., etc. 



Some fello w.sort of care- 

 less, turned over the pages 

 in the tile of Forest asd 

 Stream, and found where 

 Mr. Brelsford said, Jan. 

 2L, that Mr. Fulford would 

 shoot Geo. Kleirmian here 

 under Association rules, 

 or perhaps under Illinois 

 rules, and that if only a 

 forfeit could be obtained 

 for a match "minor de- 

 tails would cause very 

 li ttie trouble. " But some- 

 how, in this case, Mr. Ful- 

 ford wanted Hurlingham, 

 and wanted Hurlingham 

 bad. 



"Nay, nay. E!'jah," said 

 Chicago, "no over-the- 

 fence-and-out i ules here: 

 50yds. is plentv wide to 

 catch our easy birds." 

 This was Tuesday even- 

 ing. , 



But about Charlie Budd? 

 Oh, he hit the trail in the 

 high places and got here 

 Wednesday morning. with 

 his leather trunk and a 

 few certified checks, one 

 for $1,000 that I saw. 



Charlie had challenged 

 Mr. Fulford and posted 

 $100 for a race under As- 

 sociation rules. He left 

 arrangements with the 

 Chicago friends who had 

 sent for him. At noon 

 Wednesday bets were 

 made that Mr. Fulford 

 would not shoot at all. It 

 was 3 P. M. Wednesday 

 before the races were con- 

 cluded upon, two matches, 

 100 birds and $200 a side, 

 each match, one to be 

 shot Thursday, one Fri- 

 day, Association rules to 

 govern. Minor details 

 caused the delay. We're 



so blamed ignorant out in this new country we don't know how 

 to handle minor details, but Chicago did manage to get a forfeit 

 up. This is the first time a visiting shooter was ever allowed to 

 put up a forfeit here, and it was done onlv on Mr. Fulford's own 

 motion. The Eastern gentlemen have been anxious about that 

 forfeit. This is a custom which may be useful where men dis- 

 trust those with whom they are associating. Out here, when we 

 have learned the distrust we drop the association. A sportsman's 

 word here is as good as a wheat trader's. But we don't claim to 

 know how to get up matches. 



Another man idly turned the pages of Forest and Stream and 

 found where Mr. Fuford said, Feb. 4, that he would shoot George 

 Kieinman for $500 or $1,000 of his own money. "I wonder why he 

 don't want a side bet or something for gS.OOd or so on this race?" 

 murmured the statician under his breath. 



But this was at the sweeps on Wedresday afternoon. 



Yes, we had a little sweep, 20 birds, 820. Mr. Fulford was there. 

 Two men beat him, and two tied him. Br'er Gawge, he done 

 tied him. Tall, sick-looking fellow, $17 gun. Score! 



E D Fulford 2 202022332 2 21222232 2-18 



O W Budd ... 1 11102122311213121 12-19 



Geo Kieinman 10221 1 11 1 1 011121 1 3 21-18 



Tom Marshall 10 110 3 31112 0 2 2 2 0 210 1—15 



R B Wadsworth 3 21 2 0 1 2 2 2 2 0 2 2 212 2 2 0 2-17 



A J Atwater 13 2 1 2 2 1 1 1 2 3 2 3 21 2 2 2 2 2-20 



W P Mussey 210 0 2 3 2 2 2 2 2 2 212 0 3 2 0 0-15 



J L Wilcox 2 320 0 30122221212121 2—17 



B Rock 2 0 2 2 0 21 2 12 2 2 1 21 12 2 2 2—18 



CBpt An30D 1 2 0 1 012 0110 3 210 2 2 21 1-15 



J E Price 2 012121 2 1 2 0 1 0 2 2 1 2 21 2-17 



Geo not' man 2 2 0 121 0 011 0 121 2 0 0 01. 2-13 



A Thomas 2 0 2 0 0 0 2 2 12 2 0 2 2 2 0 0 2 2 1-13 



A D Caimcross 2 1 0 1 0 2 2 i 1 1 0 2 2 2 1 1 2 1 2 1—17 



Atwater first, $H; Budd second, $63. 



The birds in this lot were mixed, and not a hard aggregation— 

 not trained birds at all, so to speak. Mr. Fulford frankly and 

 cheerfully admitted that his big scores were made on much 

 harder birds. "I 'low he's throwin' off on us, boys," said a cau- 

 tious citizen. 



the first match. 



"Gentlemen," said Mr. R. B. Organ to a 300 fifty cents ahead 

 crowd at Watson's Park at 2 o'clock this afternoon, "permit me 

 to introduce to you Mr. E. D. Fulford, champion wing shot of 

 America." Mr. Fulford acknowledged hearty applause. 



"Gentlemen," Mr. Organ next said, "allow me I'd introduce Mr. 

 C. W. Budd, of Des Moines, la., also champion wing shot of 

 America." A pplause of a cheerful sort also met Mr. Budd. 



Up to this time betting was a matter of belief, no pointers out. 

 Budd was known to be shooting in good shape. Last night I w«s 

 in his room alone with him and I tried my best to get him, for 

 ODce in a way, to express an opinion about the coming match, 

 something he was never known to do. The most 1 could get him 

 to say was, "I don't think he has any license to beat me." Mr. 

 Fulford had been far more fluent in regard to his past andfuture 

 triumphs. Last night he wanted to bet Rob Organ he would get 

 ninety-six to-day. Mr. Fulford is new in the trap shooting busi- 

 ness, a nice fellow, but in need of well-meant and well- heeded 

 counsel in regard to the art of conversation on trap matters. 

 The best sort of art is to keep mighty quiet, and then a little 

 quieter. 



This morning, before the match, Mr, Fulford took an early train 

 out and shot 100 birds by himself for practice. He scored 80 out 

 of the 100. In this shooting he used seventy -five shells with the 

 preposterous charge of 5V£lrs. of pounded wood powder. When 

 at the call of time he took his seat at the scoring platform his 

 cheek was contused and no one knows how much his nerves had 

 been jarred. He con'iaued this load partially in the match, 

 though he used some Schultze shells also, with 3£jdrs. He shot 

 his new Greener 12-gauge, a hammer gun with the comb padded 

 up with leather, weight 7lbs. 15ozs. 



Mr. Budd. as is weli known, never uses over S^jjdrs. of any nitro 

 uovvder, and it is known also that he shoots an L. O. Smith 13ga. 

 71bs. lOoz. This was a new gun. It is as good a sboorer as anv 

 we ever saw fired on these grounds. There seemed little differ- 

 ence in the right barrels of the two guns, but it was evident Mr. 

 Fulford'6 left was not so close as Mr. Budd's. Both are fairly 

 phenomenal guns, and both did wonderful work. Neither gun 

 killed a pigeon at 00, 70 or 80yds. Such shots as that are matters 

 of inspiration. I doubt if a bird fell 55yds. from the score. I 

 doubt also whether birds were ever killed further and cleaner 

 than they were here. These shots look longer than they meas- 

 ure. 



Your Uncle Adrian Anson refereed the match, and did so in an 

 eminently dignified and highly satisfactory manner. Your Uncle 

 Adrian is no slouch. Mr. J. P. H»yt was engaged for a one-night 

 stand on lithographing the official score. Mr. Hayt makes a 

 6wpet thing nut of a score card. Mr. H. Foss gathered for Mr. 

 Fulford, Mr. F. Stone for Mr. Budd. 



The day at 2 P. M. was brightening after a dullish morning. A 

 puffy wihd blew nearly straight from right to left across the score. 

 The birds got into this and were for the QTitire race, especially the 

 first half, largely left-quarterers, from drivers to incomers. I 

 have used the usual letters to indicate flights, and they are as 

 usual about worthless. It is the strength and speed of a bird, not 

 its course, that makes it hard. Many birds marked with' the 

 deadly - 'D" brand were a very harmless sort, and some of the in- 

 comers were corkers. Three of our independent scores to-day 

 agree that Mr. Budd's "D" birds, straight drivers, left drivers, 

 left- quartering drivers, towering or high drivers, etc., outnum- 

 bered Mr. Fulford's birds of the same description by 13 to 16. 



The Chicago shooters, who visit Watson's Park regularly, say 

 the lot of birds was not so hard as that in the last Elliott- Klein- 

 man race, and not any harder than those in the Hofmann-Mussey 

 race last week. 



I think the birds were strong and good, but not the best we can 

 get. Come and see Watson's in a high wind once. 



We are getting at some facts now in the comparison of the East- 

 ern and Western birds. Mr. Fulford is about in our 85 class on 

 these grounds, as near as we could figure to-day. 



The style of the shooting was magnificent. Mr. Fulford has the 

 fancy bang-bang down fine, and I must say he is the best second 

 barrel shot on a bird killed with the first that I ever saw, though 

 not so reliable on a bird disposed to keep right on going. The 



THE BATTLE WAS FOUGHT. 



Still, it is not thought that he shot, a harder 100 than Mr. Fulford. 



One peculiarity was seen to-day in the birds. They sprang very 

 high and got up high on the wind. This made much of the shoot- 

 ing of a highly sensational character. A showier race was prob- 

 ably never shot. 



The middle 50 \y as the best part of the birds. The wind fell at 

 about the 60s. The first 50 was harder than the last, though there 

 were more straight drivers toward the close. 



Only two birds in the entire 200 had to be flagged, one for each 

 shooter. 



Mr. Budd said that he had never shot on as hard birds as these. 

 He also says these are the hardest grounds in the West, 



Mr. Fulford said that in his practice shoot at 100 he shot some 

 as hard birds as he ever saw, He also said to-night, however, 

 that his score of 98 was made on birds as hard as these. 



CHAS. W. BUDU. 



bang-bang style is pretty, but it is only skin deep. Mr. Fulford 

 shoots by system, namely, bang-bang, not a very quick first, but 

 a very reliable second. Mr. Budd has no system for all. but 

 judges each bird for itself, which is the true theory of shooting 

 on variable spepds. His first was qu'eker than Mr. Fulford's, his 

 second more deliberate. Often to day it was a question of calcu- 

 lation as to the lead on the fast left-quarterers. I never expect 

 to see Charlie Budd exhibit such skill as he. did in this work to- 

 day. He lost three birds that any tyro could have killed and 

 killed 3 or 4 that no one had a right to kill. 



It was the easy birds that were lost. The hardest ones were 

 killed. The boys were keyed up so high, expecting a screamer 

 each time, that when a slow hoverer or easy incomer got out they 

 sometimes snapped away both loads on an 'entire miscalculation. 

 Mr. Fulford lest several birds in this way, and was especially un- 

 fortunate on right hand 

 incomers or quarterers. 



This race to-day was the 

 most important in inter- 

 est of any ever shot here. 



. . — The crowd was large, for 



a Chicago match crowd. 

 Prominent shooters from 

 all over the West were 

 here. Perfect order was 

 kept without a hint or re- 

 quest for if. Mr. Budd 

 was the favorite, but, ap- 

 plause was equal, and 

 there was no jeering nor 

 guying. Mr. Euiford was 

 alone among strangers, 

 and more than one voice 

 was heard in admiration 

 of his pluck in coming 

 out here and putting up; 

 his money against a 

 stranger, and shooting in 

 a strange country, alone, 

 without even one friend 

 to counsel or handle him. 

 He had more symyathy 

 and more friends at the 

 close of the race than he 

 bad at the beginning, and 

 the applause at his bril- 

 liant work was nothing 

 artificial or feigned. 



There was some betting, 

 but most of the money 

 wanted to go on Budd. 

 Our friend Jack Ruble 

 was there, looking for 

 some good sure money. 

 When Fulford straight- 

 ened out one in the lead 

 after the first shake-up. 

 Jack remarked that he 

 hankered after $25 on Ful- 

 ford. 



"Make it $50," said a 

 by-sitter. 



"All right." said Jack. 

 But when Charlie forged 

 ahead and stayed there, it 

 was comical to see Jack 

 prancing around trying 

 to hedge oui, which it was 

 then too late to do. The 

 price of brick at Ruble's 

 factory will be marked up 

 to-morrow. 



^™ 1,111,1 '™ mL B^aim But we digress. Mr. 



Organ said his dual cham- 

 pionship speech, and then 

 Charlie Budd walked up 

 and said "Pull!" in a fine 

 Italian voice, and she was 

 a-rollin'. 



Charlie shot too quick 

 for fifteen birds. HislOth 

 was an easy hird, but. he hardly touched it. and at his next bird 

 he got a fast slate and lost it also. This left him one behind only, 

 for Fulford had lost his 7th, a very fast high bird to the left. A 

 cloud fell on the western landscape at that station, and at the 

 first 20 notch this was not dispelled. 



In the second 2U the match was lost for Fulford. At the 25th 

 bird Charlie had an accidental discharge of his gun as he closed 

 it at the score. He lost the bird, probably in consequence of the 

 accident. At the 31st bird, however, be had gathered great con- 

 fidence, was cool, wary, full of generalship, and a certain winner, 

 as everybody knew. At this stage both men were dTawing some 

 awful birds, very high, and were cutting them down in most ex- 

 citing style. At this Charlie showed an exceptional gait. There 

 is not space to describe all the fine kills, but I remember special 

 furore over Budd's 16th, 24th, 37th, 31at, 41st, 45th, 66th and 718$ 



