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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Dec. 80, 1893. 



A WESTERN WAIL. 



In the issue of Dec. 9 1 noticed that Mr. F. A. Whitman, 

 of Macomb, 111., asks to have his name posted in the 

 Forest and Stream register, as he thinks that Cupid stood 

 between him and the said register during fair time. 



His appeal for justice emboldens me to voice my complaint 

 also. When it was found impossible for me to go to the 

 great Fair, and that my daughter (the little bear hunter) 

 could go, I equipped her with a letter of introduction to 

 Mr. Hough, thinking to pay my respects to the gifted 

 Western representative of "Our Paper" in the best manner 

 possible — by proxy. 



On her return she reported her inability to find Mr. H. 

 in the Forest and Stream .department of the Fair; that 

 the young lady in charge of affairs under the big birch 

 sign said he had gone out somewhere on the grounds, she 

 did not know where. There was really nothing so very 

 formidable in the appearance of the little bear hunter that 

 a man of Mr. H.'s known firmness should take to his heels 

 on her approach (she does not weigh a hundred pounds, 

 and I can assure the gentleman that she looks too much 

 like a certain old uncle of my acquaintance to be entirely 

 devoid of personal attractions), and the story of his mys- 

 terious disappearance was a surprise to me. Where was 

 the young gentleman learning to spend his leisure hours? 



When the "Staff Story of the Midway" came out all 

 was clear. The idea of two virtuous and bright young 

 men having been enticed into following that unprincipled 

 and deeply dissipated dog Katie through all of his (or her, 

 as the case may be) wayward wanderings through the 

 transplanted heathendom of the White City, comes pretty 

 near being positively shocking. A bird dog it was, too, I 

 believe. Who will dare harbor a sporting dog around the 

 house after this? 



Turn McLin out of the penitentiary forthwith if the 

 dogs he cremated were of the Katie breed. 



Of course, it is now hinted that the short-hand reporter 

 is responsible for the whole Midway story. Tell that to 

 the marines! The next thing will probably be that the 

 short-hand man wiU have to swallow the story of the 

 seventeen cups of heathen coffee. I begin to suspect that 

 it was a good thing after all that I did not go to the Fair. 

 I might have lost my way and blundered into that same 

 terrible Midway. Think of it! (A.nd "coffee" never did 

 agree with me.) 



AU. the same my name did not go into the register of 

 the dear old paper (which, by the way, grows moi'e and 

 more charming with the passing years), and I have won- 

 dered if there was not at the bottom of the last page of the 

 aforesaid register still enough room for another of the host 

 of lovei-s of Forest and Stream. 



As Iilr. Hough says, "Names there have good company." 



Orin Belknap. 



TWO GUARANTEED MOOSE. 



Moose hunters in some parts of Maine have been more 

 successful than usual the past season. Recently while 

 on a hunting trip I saw some exceptioally fine heads. 

 Three were killed near Atkins's camps in the Monsungun 

 region during calling time, and Atkins told me that he 

 had killed a bull with a fine head, which he had not as 

 yet brought out. The largest head I saw was killed 

 quite recently by C. R. Peavey, a guide of Oxbow. 

 Peavey killed this moose some fifteen miles north of Ox- 

 bow when still-hunting, and hunted but one day to get 

 him. All the above heads had fine antlers, having the 

 following spread of horns: 48, 52, 54 and 56 inches, 

 Peavey's being the largest with 56in. spread and twenty- 

 two points, eleven on each horn. From my experience 

 any one might kill twenty-five bulls and not get four 

 heads to compare with those I have described. 



I have known Peavey for two years, but have never 

 hunted with him. He wanted me to go with him, say- 

 ing we were sure of a moose. But my moose-hnnting 

 days are over. I have killed enough, and unless some 

 big bull runs across me and acts as though he wanted to 

 be killed I shall probably never shoot another. Peavey 

 has the name of being a first-rate guide and hunter. He 

 is certainly successful in finding moose. 



Some time during the past summer or early fall Peavey 

 met Dr. C. C. Morrison, of Bar Harbor. The Doctor said 

 he wanted very much to shoot a bull moose. Peavey 

 said he could give him a chance to shoot one; in fact, he 

 v?as so confident that he told the Doctor to make arrange- 

 ments to go with him in November about the time of the 

 first snows, and if he would put in a week's time hunt- 

 ing he would guarantee him a shot at a bull or he would 

 charge nothing for his services as guide. About Nov. 25 

 I saw Dr. Morrison and his brother Dr. E. J. Morrison on 

 their way to meet Peavey and another guide at Oxbow. 

 I thought at the time that their chances of getting shots 

 at moose were slight. I did not doubt Peavey's ability 

 to find the game, but as the snow was very crusty and 

 noisy, and only a few inches of it, I doubted very miich 

 their doing any successful still-hunting. The story of 

 their hunting as told me by Dr. C. C. Morrison is as fol- 

 lows: The first day Peavey and his man failed to find 

 fresh moose signs, but found the tracks of an old bear 

 and cub, which they followed some time, but as they 

 were leading straight away from camp and it was get- 

 ting late in the day they gave it up and returned to camp. 

 Dr. E, J. Morrison and his guide had much better 

 luck, to a certain extent. They saw two moose at quite 

 a distance, which they took to be a cow and calf. On the 

 second morning they started again. Dr. C. C. Morrison 

 had hurt his knee getting over a windfall, and it troubled 

 him a good deal in the afternoon. He said to Peavey, 

 "My knee is so bad that it will be all I can do to make the 

 camp, and you must carry my rifle and go slowly." Tne 

 Doctor cut a stick for a cane, and was getting along the 

 best he could a few yards behind Peavey, when he saw 

 the latter suddenly stop and lay the rifle down in the 

 snow. When he came up Peavey whispered, "There is 

 your buU," and at quite a distance in an open growth of 

 hardwood the Doctor saw his first moose standing broad- 

 side. Peavey handed his own rifle to the Doctor, saying, 

 "Take lime and hold high, as it is a good 250yds." The 

 Doctor raised the rifle, but finding it had open sights, 

 whispered, "Give me mine, mine has Lyman sights." 

 Taking his own rifle and brushing the snow from the 

 sights and barrel he took deliberate aim, holding high, 

 and fired three shots, at the third shot the moose stag- 

 gered sUghtly and walked behind a fallen top. Peavey 

 said, "You've got him, Doctor." 



When they came to where the moose was standing he 

 turned and faced them, and in a few moments began to 



reel, and went down. Happening to look up, there, 

 within easy shooting distance, stood another moose, a 

 young bull, looking at them. Peavey pointed at him, 

 but the Doctor shook his head, saying, "No more. I have 

 got enough." Not much attpntion was paid to the lame 

 knee on the way to camp, which they reached just after 

 dark, finding the other party had just got in, and were 

 also in e^reat spirits, for Dr. E. J. Morrison had also shot a 

 bull. Now began the. hardest part of the trip. The two 

 sportsmen decided to take their moose out whole. A man 

 was sent to Oxbow, some thirty miles away, to get a 

 team. The team could get pretty near the camp by fol- 

 lowing some of the.. old lumber roads: then roads were 

 swamped to where each moose lay. Five men worked 

 four days to get the two moose to Oxbow. 



I saw the party when on their way to Houlton to take 

 the train. They had quite a load, the two bull moose and 

 a caribou, which had been shot quite near the camp by 

 Dr. E. J. Morrison one day while waiting for the team. 



To kill a bull moose xmder favorable conditions is do- 

 ing well. Getting two on such noisy snow was doing un- 

 usually well. My experience in still-hunting moose is 

 that it is almost impossible to get a shot at your game 

 should it be in thick, black growth or when there is much 

 underbrush when there is a noisy, crusty snow, unless the 

 wind blows almost a gale. The Morrisons were fortunate 

 in finding their mooose in very open, hard wood where 

 they could make long shots. The distances as paced were 

 as follows: Dr. C. C. Morrison 250 paces, one bullet 

 through middle of body, two back of shoulders rather 

 low. Dr. E. J. Morrison 220 paces, first shot broke the 

 neck of his moose. 



I looked over both the moose; neither were what would 

 be called very large ones. They were good-sized young 

 bulls with pretty good heads. Every one in the party was 

 well satisfied. The Doctors had killed their moose and 

 Peavey had made good his guarantee. C. M. Stark. 



TROUT FISHING IN NEW BRUNSWICK. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



The following by a friend may be of interest to fellow 

 fishermen and readei-s of Forest and Stream: 



The fishing on Salmon River has been good. The past 

 season my largest caught there weighed 41bs. 2oz. ; and I 

 took quite a number between 1. and 41bs., all with the fly. 

 There has been quite a run of parties from Moncton the 

 past summer; some of them — the majority — doing little or 

 nothing, the others making fair catches. A good many of 

 what I used to look upon as my old stretches and pools 

 have not yielded as well as usual, no doubt because of the 

 increased number that have fished the river the past sea- 

 son. 



Some pleasant days were spent at the Adoywaasook 

 Fishing Club grounds in Kent county. Having arranged 

 a trip with a couple of friends. Black and Brown, we took 

 the Kent Northern Railroad for Kingston, where we had 

 arranged for a team to meet us. After a fast drive over 

 the sixteen miles of a pretty fair road, we arrived in time 

 for the first evening's fishing. We found the club's atten- 

 tive guardian Jot waiting for us, the comfortable club 

 hotise clean and neat, and a good hot cup of tea ready. 

 After a hurried bite rods were hastily put together and a 

 start was made for the pools. While walking up, let me 

 give you a slight sketch of the club and its grounds. 



The Adoywaasook (Micmac for "trout") Fishing Club 

 was first formed abour four years ago with W. A. D. 

 Steven as president, an ardent fisherman and courteous 

 gentleman, with Geo. V. Mclnerny, M. P., secretary. 

 There is a total membership of twenty-five, its members 

 coming from Richibucto, Kingston, Weldford, Moulton 

 and Dorchester. Last year the club was incorporated, 

 with Mr. J. H. Abbott as pre«ldent and Mr. Henry 

 Wathus as secretary and treasurer. They are as genial 

 gentlemen as may be found in the Province. The club 

 has some 400 acres of land, tlirough which the stream 

 runs, thus avoiding any trouble with neighbors. They 

 have a good comfortable club house, ice house and stable. 

 The stream, a branch of Black River, has a peculiarity 

 which perhaps no other in the Province possesses, which 

 is, that the best pools are tidal, the tide rising and falling 

 in them as each flow, thus giving a fresh run of fish, of 

 which there are none brighter or more lively, every 

 springtide at least. It is only about two miles from the 

 club house and first pool to the mouth of the stream. 



To go back with us to the pools — we had a fairly good 

 catch, none larger than l^^lbs. Owing to continued dry 

 weather the water was low and clear. We spent Sunday 

 about the house until after dinner, then took a stroll up 

 the stream on, as Brown said, a "reconnoitering tour, " 

 and found there was no spring run of trout above Pine 

 Tree Pool, the water being actually too low for them to 

 get up. 



We remained at the grounds until Thursday morning 

 with indifferent success, the wind being easterly until the 

 morning we left, when it changed round to southwest; 

 therefore we had to work hard for our catch, which was 

 some eighty odd pounds, both Black and Brown catching 

 more than I did, both in weight and number. They are 

 good fishermen. Black, perhaps, taking first place. Jot 

 told me (perhaps I should not say so) we were by all odds 

 the best three fishermen of the club, as the sequel perhaps 

 vFill show. 



■ Going in to dinner one day feeling very blue over our 

 poor fishing, and being all too ardent fishermen with the 

 fly to think of trying any other bait, we were talking it 

 over when Tot said, "Try them with bait; there are 

 jjlenty of worms outside by the sink drain." To sum up, 

 consent was given, and Tot getting us a lot of worms we 

 started for Green Bank Pool. On our arrival Black says, 

 "Now, Green, you take the rod and Brown and I will tell 

 you where to cast," "All right." Green was wilUng. 



Shortly after I got orders to cast in a certain place, they 

 having crossed the stream and getting into a position that 

 commanded a full view of the bottom of the pool. I did 

 as I was told, and let her sink. "Now," says Black, 

 "don't you move your line until we say pull." "All 

 right, I'll do the pulling." I could hear them talking in 

 an undertone at foUows: "There's one making for it — 

 Yes, but it's not a large one — See that big one — he's get- 

 ting uneasy — see, he's looking at it — yes, he's tm-ntng 

 round — keep steady. Green, and be ready." "All ready," 

 says I. "He's making for it. Pull!" Perhaps I didn't 

 pull. I thought the rod was done for, hooked him all 

 i right and landed him in a few minutes, Brown having 

 come over with the landing-net in about 3^ seconds. He 

 was a beauty, weighed 31bs. strong. I wanted Brown to 



take the rod. "No," says he. "You are a good 'puller.' " 

 I was perfectly willing to do the pulling. It resulted in 

 our taking two more of l^lbs. each Then I "kicked." It 

 was getting just a little monotonous, more especially as 

 the flies were thick, and I dare not move for fear of mov- 

 ing the bait at the wrong time. Brown caught three, and 

 then Black took the same number. By this time the 

 small trout were making for the bait so lively that the 

 larger fish had no chance, so concluded to go home. This 

 was on our last day, so had not an opportunity of trying it 

 again. Tweedie Brook. 



WITH THE DEER IN MICHIGAN. 



Lansing, Mich., Dec. 10.— The hunters of Michigan 

 have for generations been famous the world over. No 

 more stm-dy pioneers ever lived, no more untiring, suc- 

 cessful hunters ever roamed the woods of any country, 

 ever followed the deer or bear over hill and dale, or the 

 wily ttirkey in the inland jungles, than the three genera- 

 tions of settlers which have come and gone and have left 

 the native wilds of Michigan almost as productive as the 

 garden spot of the world. Central Michigan is one of the 

 most lovely sections of coimtry on earth. Her beautiful 

 forests, her charming valleys, her elegant lakes and rivers, 

 her uplands and her lowlands please the eye of the 

 ti'aveler, and the ever changing scenery is so delightfully 

 restful to the weary care-worn business man, that every 

 year brings hundreds of hunter and fisherman pilgrims, to 

 enjoy our woodland pleasures, and the charming, health- 

 restoring, soul-invigorating life in the open air, by stream 

 and lake, and in forest wild, as it abounds in many sec- 

 tions of the northern part of our State. 



In central Michigan thirty years ago the deer, the bear 

 and the wild turkey was to be found in almost every 

 cover. The deer and the bear furnished the meat for the 

 family table, and the skin and furs brought many a wel- 

 come dollar to half fill the not over plethoric family 

 purse. The wild turkey was the same wild turkey of our 

 Pilgrim fathers, the same, juicy, toothsome, dainty bird; 

 and in autumn and early winter the furious gobblers of 

 the great migrating flock could be heai-d in almost every 

 tangled thicket, and if the settler was of keen perception, 

 steady nerve, and had the energy of the thoroughbred 

 New Englander, his table need not be destitute of this, 

 the choicest, most delicious and most eatable of all game 

 birds. The dismal howl of the sneaking wolf could be 

 heard almost any hour of the night, and oftentimes the 

 pioneer was obliged to fight these ferocious intruders, and 

 protect his half-wild forest home from their dreadful at- 

 tacks. In central Michigan, the thick grass-covered 

 swamps, the shallow lakes, the overgrown thicket low- 

 lands, made a congenial cover, and invited the animals of 

 the forest to make their home there, and the wildfowl 

 found a safe roosting place on the quiet waters of the 

 little lakes, and the wild rice, which they so much enjoy 

 feeding upon, was in such abundance there, that thous- 

 ands upon thousands of wildfowl visited them each sea- 

 son, and afforded to the pioneer the choicest wildfowl 

 shooting that ever existed in any country. 



Years of internal improvement, such as the clearing 

 away of the forests and the draining of large areas of 

 swamp lands, and the consequent lowering of the shallow 

 lakes and the ever constant game persecution, has driven 

 all of the deer and bear to the extreme northern limits o£ 

 our State, and at the present time it would seem but a 

 question of a few short years to bring about the total ex- 

 tinction, while the wildfowl, deprived of their resting 

 places and their needed food supply, are visiting m in 

 greatly decreasing numbers each year. 



Is it to be wondered at, cradled amid the surroundings 

 that existed in Michigan thirty years ago, that the heredi- 

 tary hunter's tact and disposition, and the taste, and the 

 hunter's qualities of mind and body, have been tranS'- 

 mitted to the present generation ; and that each fall when 

 the season opens for deer shooting that little parties in 

 many sections of our State quietly get together their 

 camping outflt, and with trusty rifle and a few chosen 

 launter friends x>enetrate the great North wilderness, and 

 spend their vacation in deer hunting and in the enjoy- 

 ment of the quiet and comfoi't of a wild wood life, which 

 such a far away forest seclusion can only bring. 



A few evenings since I had a very pleasant half hour's 

 chat with Mr. O. D. Hardy, the hustling real estate man, 

 of Lansing, and as he had just returned from his regular 

 northern pilgrimage to the woods, and had been fortunate 

 in getting plenty of deer, I enjoyed his entertaining re- 

 port of his outing very much Mr. Hardy has liA^ed at 

 Pine Lake, central Michigan, all of his life. He is one of 

 those native-born Wolverines who is a deer himter be- 

 cause he can't help being one, for his father and his 

 grandfather before him were famous deer hunters, and 

 the hunting trait is bred in the bone, so to speak. In 

 early manhood Mr. Hardy had plenty of the best of shoot- 

 ing almost at his father's door, but with the age of 

 progress and rapid advance of settlement in Michigan, 

 the game has been exterminated or driven to the far- 

 away great woods of the north. As the game vanished 

 from central Michigan, Mr. Hardy took up his line of 

 march, and for a period extending over nearly twenty 

 years, with the exception of one season which he spent 

 on the great plains, and in CaUfornia, and one season 

 when sickness and press of business preventpd, he has 

 gone on his fall hunting outing as regular as the seasons 

 came. He has everything that is necessary for his com- 

 fort while in camp and in the wood, and his camp equi- 

 page is always well cared for and in ship shape, ready for 

 duty at a moment's notice. 



He usually has a few choice friends with him, and this 

 season his hunting companions were Mr. George Northrup 

 of Pine Lode, Strubel Hammond of Okerwos, Charles 

 Towner of Pine Lode, Charles Smith of Bath and C. Har- 

 rington of Pine Lode— only one tenderfoot in the party. 

 Mr. Hardy uses a .38-56-255 Winchester. He has used all 

 kinds of guns, from the .38-38-180 Winchester to the 

 .45-70, and he has never handled a rifle that for good ser- 

 vice on all game equals the .38-56-255, only that the rifle 

 is far to heavy and is a great burden to carry when in the 

 field in active service. He is looking for a lighter gun, 

 say li to 81bs. weight, and he thinks that in the new hgh 

 weight Marlin he has found exactly what he wants. In 

 his experience the Winchester hght weight .44-40-200 

 would be just about the right gun if the powder charge 

 was 60grs. instead of 40. Mr. Northrup soots a Pieper 

 breech-loading rifle and shotgun combination of 12-gauge 

 and .4r4cal. With this same style of gun Mr. Hardy has 

 killed many deer, and with the old Winchester .44-40 he 



