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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Jan. 6, 1894. 



BILL CHADWICK'S BOOK. 



"The General" sends us this cutting from the New York Recorder, 

 which will interest those who, in the good old days gone by, used to 

 resort to the famous Jersey shooting headquarters: 



I BELIEVE it was the quaintest, most old-fashioned 

 house I have ever seen in my life. It originally consisted 

 of a little hovel of three rooms, and the connecting places 

 of the new additions that had been added during the three 

 succeeding generations were plainly visible. As it stood, 

 with the old-fashioned porch running almost around it 

 close to the ground and the ruddy glow of red hot stoves 

 and open fireplaces shining on the window-panes, it pre- 

 sented anything but an uninviting aspect, and we went in. 



While my companions were making the necessary ar- 

 rangements for the. gunners and guides and stowing away 

 in them (the guides) the necessary amounts of applejack 

 to bring them in touch with the shooting expedition, 

 which brought us to the Jersey coast, I was attracted by a 

 big, well worn book at the upper end of the bar. 



"That's my register," said -'Uncle Bill" Chad wick, who 

 stood near me. "I guess it's nearly as old as you are." 



He was pretty nearly right, for the first entry was made 

 in the winter of 1863. It runs as follows: "Gilbert Davis 

 visited this house for the first time in 1833 and continued 

 to come till the present time. On his first visit he shot 200 

 good duck and nine geese. Elijah Cornell and John 

 Tborne were also pioneers in 1833." 



Under the date of Dec. 19, 1869, there is written: "The 

 steamer Circassian came ashore this evening abreast this 

 house. Mrs. Ellis, the captain's wifp, and passengers were 

 brought ashore by William Chad wick in a life car in one 

 hour from the time she stranded." 



A week later there was another wreck when "Capt. 

 G-eorge G. Wallace, of Philadelphia, was saved by a 

 miracle from the schooner B. C. Scribner, which came 

 ashore here and went to pieces. Two men were 

 drowned." 



I turned to "Uncle Bill" for further particulars. "There 

 was a high sea at the time," said he, "and the captain and 

 his men were washed overboard before the vessel struck. 

 The men went down and the captain grabbed a floating 

 timber and was washed ashore. He was nearly dead 

 when we picked him up." 



Some of the early comers were not content with merely 

 writing their names so they affixed their professions, call- 

 ings and addresses. Here are samples: John Bates, Indian 

 doctor, Flemington, N. J.; Castro De Haven, artist in 

 colors, New York; Charles Smith, mason, Toms River; 

 George C. De Marini, 9 East Seventeenth street, New 

 York; Fred Goodridge, 239 Fifth avenue. 



Following the names of three men who arrived Aug. 2, 

 1870, there are these notes: "Killed 377 large birds in ten 

 days; 74 were martin and curlew. Best day's bag was 72 

 at 'Uncle Sammy's.' " "Uncle Sammy" was the name of 

 one of the guides who controlled good shooting grounds 

 near by. 



"Horace Greeley goes away to-day with a happy heart 

 and a full stomach, and he got it at Chadwick's, and don't 

 you forget it." I stared in amazement as I read this, and 

 calling my host's attention to it, ran it over again. 



"Was he the editor?" I asked. 



"Yes, that's him." was the reply. "He signed his name 

 there and one of his friends told, him he ought to write 

 something more. He laughed and said nobody could read 

 it if he did write anything. One of the men who was 

 with him said he would write what Mr. Greeley wanted, 

 and that's what he said. He came down here to rest 

 awhile in the spring of 1871." 



Here are some of the scores: "Charles T. Jackson, 

 Francis Endicott, New York, wind N.E. A little more 

 apple juice than necessary, but we get there just the same. 

 Killed 60 large birds, middle stand, Sept. 15, 1873. 



"Dec. 15, 1873.— Lord William E. D. Vyse, London, 

 England, Crofton Manor, West End. Thomas E. D. Pow- 

 son, Antonio Raines, George Weber, Thomas A. P. Vyse 

 kdled 212 ducks and Id geese in five days." 



An honest confession is shown in this record : ' 'Nov. 

 28, 1874.— J. H. Spellman, R. K Buckman, P. G. Sanford, 

 New York, killed 32 ducks iu two davs, canvasbacks and 

 rednecks. Any one reading this would think we were 

 corkers. We cannot tell a lie. Our gunners (guides) 

 killed 27 of the 32 in two days— broadbills, black duck 

 and hell divers. The other five dropped dead from 

 fright." 



In the spring of '75 the first fish story was put in black 

 and white. Three men during one. day caught 138 blue- 

 fish, amounting in weight to 8601bs. The fish weighed 

 from 5 to 12lbs. each. Then as I turned over the leaves 1 

 came upon a yarn that set me thinking. 



"May 29, 1876.— S. M. Blatchford accomplished the 

 wonderful and unprecedented feat of catching with rod 

 and reel on one hook and at one cast 13 dogfish, the largest 

 weighing 19f lbs. This was witnessed by William Chad- 

 wick, F. Endicott, W. Fleming and R. D. Offerby, who 

 affix their names as a token of honesty, good faith and 

 truth." 



"Why, it's impossible," I said. 



"Truu as gospel." 



"How?" 



"Well, you see, it happened like this. After a big strug- 

 gle he landed the biggest dogfish. The brute had swal- 

 lowed the hook and had to be cut open. Twelve little 

 dogfish flopped out. They were put in the water and 

 swam away." 



Here is a man who certainly was a thorough sport, and 

 wanted to be "in it" at all stages. He took up half a page 

 to write these lines: 



NOTICE. 



Telegraph to 



William A. Day, 



38 West 29th street, 



New York City, 



Whenever the flight of snipe commences, or. there is a good run of 

 bluefli-h; or canvasbacks evince a desire to be shot. Sure] Sure:! 

 Sure!!] 



The next man inscribed the following on one full page: 



ON THE AFTERNOON OF THE 

 3d of June, 1876, 



AT ABOUT HALF FLOOD, 



THERE DIED 

 at the foot of the bridge 

 A STRIPED BASS 

 Weighing 4? pounds, 



KILLED BY 



F. ENDICOTT, 

 with rod and reel l his usual elegant manner. 

 Wi nesses signed: William Chadwick, R. D. Offerby, W. A. Day. 



On Sept. 17, 1876, the register was again used for a log, 

 when the following note was made: "During a fearful 

 northeast gale the bark Magdalena Griffin, from Angas- 

 tora, B, A., for New York, came ashore five miles south 

 of this point. All souls saved. The vessel lost." 



There is a good one under the date of Aug. 29, 1877 ; 

 "The Lazy Club was inaugurated to-day. Bill Chadwick 

 too lazy to join. Jim Lilly voted president; Deacon Berg, 

 secretary; Gil Chadwick, messenger boy." 



I looked askance at "Uncle Bill," who stood hy my 

 side. "Yes, that's right," he said. "There was no fish 

 running then, and for want of something better to do 

 they started the Lazy Club, Any man found moving 

 faster than a walk had to pay a fine of $2 or else stand 

 treat three times in succession. If any one talked loud 

 he was fined $1, and any one who showed any signs of 

 feeling or liveliness, or talked about work had to buy on 

 the minute." 



The next entry of interest encountered was on Sept. 15: 

 "P. R. Jones landed a 52lbs. whip ray, 7ft. oin. long, with 

 rod and reel this day. Tide ebb. He was almost pulled 

 in the water, and in landing the gaff was broken." 



Of course there were several names signed to this as 

 responsible witnesses. Not a story of this kind in the 

 book for that matter was without attests and signers. 



Again the log book keeper shows his hand: "Oct. 2, 

 1879. Steamer Charles F. Mayer, Captain Seth Hand, 

 Boston to Baltimore, came ashore here, 17 souls aboard, 

 all saved." 



A few passages further the following appeared: "Col- 

 lector Cook, of Asbury Park, the well-known sport, this 

 day attempted to kill a bushel basket thrown in the air 

 by Gen. Patterson. He missed the basket and wounded 

 Bill Chadwick's only cow. He received one day's notice 

 from the angry citizens to leave, and he left! " 



Harry B. Wilson. 



DEER AND TURKEY IN WEST VIRGINIA. 



Meadville, Pa. — I take great interest in your paper, 

 and I never read an article from any one without first 

 noticing the name of the author and wondering what his 

 personality may be. Thinking that other readers of your 

 paper may feel the same, let me introduce myself. I am 

 a teacher and have been for over forty years. Were it 

 not for the benefit I have derived from the many hunting 

 and fishing excursions and outdoor exercise, I would not 

 now be living to pen these lines. I am an all-around 

 hunter, but fox hunting and wild turkey shooting are my 

 favorite amusements. Though only an ordinary shot with 

 both rifle and fowling piece, I am generally very success- 

 ful, simply because I have made the nature and habits of 

 the fox and wild turkey a life study. I am passionately 

 fond of music and am something of a musician, but the 

 sweetest music to my ear is the deep baying of my hounds 

 when on the trail of a fox, and the pee, pee, pee; conk, 

 conk, conk in the deep forests of his majesty, the king of 

 all game birds — the wild turkey. 



For many years past during the month of November or 

 December I have alone or with some of my friends taken 

 a few weeks off hunting wild turkeys in the wilds of 

 Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Michigan and other places, 

 so last month Messrs. A. M. Gundaker, H. A. Johnson, 

 Clate Kelso and myself arranged to spend a week or two 

 in the mountain wilds of West Virginia hunting deer and 

 wild turkeys. Messrs. Gundaker and Kelso went at the 

 appointed time to locate a place and wrote us from 

 Romney. On our way to Cumberland, Md.,wemeta num- 

 ber of hunting parties, among: them one from Washing- 

 ton, Pa., the leader of which was the veteran hunter and 

 presiding elder of the Methodist Conference, Rev. J. F, 

 Core. I think he was the most genial gentleman I ever 

 met— full of fun and good stories. He is a fine looking 

 man and true sportsman. He had by far the finest Win- 

 chester rifle I ever saw, and it is said that he is a dead 

 shot. 



From Cumberland we took a branch road to Romney, 

 arriving there at 10 o'clock A. M. At Romney we en- 

 gaged a livery rig to take us to George H. Johnson's, six 

 miles up the Potomac River, arriving there about noon. 

 Gundaker and Kelso had gone out deer hunting, and did 

 not get in till evening. Johnson's is the headquarters of 

 all the hunters in that region, and the Johnson planta- 

 tion is one of the largest and best known in that part of 

 the State. Mr. Johnson is a true type of the Southern 

 gentleman, and hospitable, a skilled hunter and a good 

 shot. He has three sons, chips of the old block, all stal- 

 wart men and sportsmen. Each carries a Winchester 

 and knows how to use it. 



The country is very mountainous— a chain of the Alle- 

 ghanies, and at that place the mountains are from 2,000 

 to 3,000ft. high, and the surface is covered with a kind of 

 lava or stone, and it is almost exactly like walking on the 

 slag used on railroads. It is extremely hard to walk on 

 and very destructive to shoe leather. 



The game, both deer and turkey, is found on the moun- 

 tains, and to reach the hunting grounds we had to climb 

 at least 2,000ft. All game is on the benches or the extreme 

 top. The hunting grounds are either very open or very 

 thickly covered, and turkeys are found in the former and 

 deer in the latter places. To hunt to any advantage one 

 must use a long-range gun, a rifle and shot for turkeys 

 and a Winchester for deer; and unless he is a good shot 

 and knows something of the nature and habits of deer 

 and turkeys he has no business there. 



There are two seasons of the year best adapted to turkey 

 shooting. The first is at the opening of the shooting sea- 

 son, the first of October, while the leaves are on the 

 trees, and the flocks are together, before they are hunted 

 and become scattered and wild; and the other is after the 

 snow falls, about the first of December, till the shooting 

 closes, Jan. 1. After the leaves have fallen, about the 

 first of November, till the snow comes, is the poorest 

 time in the year for hunting owing to the extreme dry- 

 ness on the mountains, causing the leaves to rattle so a 

 person can be heard walking nearly half a mile. We 

 went too late for the early and too early for the late 

 shooting. I knew this, but as some of the party could 

 not go at any other time we took our chance-, and had 

 pof»r success, bringing home only one deer and two tur- 

 keys — small game does not count. 



There are many methods of securing a shot at a turkey, 

 but by far the most successful one is to call them up. 

 There are several ways of doing this. The best I have 

 ever tried is to take a bone from the wing of a small tur- 

 key. This bone is about as large as a pipe stem and say 

 three to four inches long. Cut off both ends, leaving it 



hollow; put one end in the mouth, clasp both hands around 

 the other end; suck the air through vigorously at quick 

 intervals; manipulate the third and fourth finger of the 

 left hand. When closed tightly around the bone the soft 

 notes pee, pee, pee, axe, made, then throw them open, 

 bringing out the louder notes, conk, conk, conk. This pro- 

 duces exactly the same sound that a turkey makes, and 

 will deceive the oldest and smartest gobbler living. The 

 Indians use a piece of hard board, mortised by burning, 

 and the noise is made by rubbing their tomahawk handle 

 on it. A knife and a board six inches square, with nails 

 driven into the edge, makes a good call. A patent call re- 

 sembling a cigar holder is used by many. Any blind 

 nearest at hand when the hunter gets an answer to his 

 call — a log, tree, stump, rock, or even a pile of brush, any- 

 thing for concealment, till the turkey -comes within 

 range. The hunter must shoot promptly or the game is 

 gone, as the wild turkey is the sharpest-eyed game bird 

 in existence. 



The trouble with deer driving is the hunter who is for- 

 tunate enough to bring down the game has no more 

 claim to it than every member in the party, so the game 

 must be divided or some one purchases the others' shares; 

 thus a hunter often has to buy his own game at a good 

 round price. 



Both deer and turkeys are quite plentiful still in Vir- 

 ginia. On one drive that I participated in we routed 

 seven deer and a flock of turkeys so close to Romney that 

 a bnllet fired from the bed of the deer or roosting place 

 of the turkeys would have crashed through a window of 

 the court house if aimed at that building. 



I found many things of interest while roaming through 

 the wilds and over the mountains, among which were in- 

 dications of the rebellion. One day I came upon a fort 

 remaining just as it was left 30 years ago. Then the 

 ground around it was perfectly cleared away; now it is 

 covered with a thick growth of trees nearly a foot in 

 diameter. The embankments of the fort and the rifle 

 pits were almost perfect. 



Excepting a little jealousy on the part of the local 

 hunters, the people were very kind. A. W. Smith. 



Out of the Log Into the Dog. 



Salt Lake City, Utah, Dec. 22.— Editor Forest and 

 Stream: The following remarkable incident occurred in 

 Smithfield Canon in the early autumn of the present year, 

 and while it may sound "fishy," even to the readers of 

 Forest and Stream, the truth of the story is vouched 

 for by three young men whose veracity is unquestioned 

 by those who know them: My brother and two com- 

 panions were in the canon after logs, and were accom- 

 panied by a large dog of the every-day variety, which 

 soon found amusement in barking at a timber squirrel 

 treed by him. Fearing the dog would injure his vocal 

 organs, the boys decided to assist in getting the squirrel 

 out of the tree, but no sooner had they succeeded in doing 

 this than the little fellow took refuge in a hollow log open 

 at one end. At this aperture the dog took up his position, 

 and continued his noisy, but harmless attack. One of the 

 boys, with axe in hand, commenced the task of cutting 

 the log in two, while his companions stood in full view of 

 the open end of the log, wmich was not much larger than 

 the dog's wide, gaping mouth. No sooner had the cut- 

 ting commenced than the squirrel, becoming alarmed, 

 bounded out of his hiding place and disappeared down 

 the dog's capacious throat, who gave two or three convul- 

 sive gulps, and the squirrel was no more. "His dogship" 

 showed no signs of dis'tress after partaking of his unusual 

 dinner. A. H. Woodruff. 



Michigan . Winter and the Game. 



In a note dated Dec. 12 and published in your paper, I 

 am made to say that two feet of snow was a greater depth 

 than we have had here for some years. It should have 

 read "at that date." Our snows for the last half dozen 

 years have not lain as deep as formerly — seldom exceed- 

 ing two feet at any time. Just now we have a thaw, with 

 heavy rains. Kelpie. 



Will Dry Out. 



"The Hannaford Ventilated Rubber Boots, which I nought in 

 December last have proved as represented. They keep my feet -warm, 

 but do not sweat them. I have put these boots on with my socks wet 

 through, and after going over my route found that my socks were 

 dry " Respectfully, Geo. M. Wolff, 

 —Adv. Carrier Boston Post Office. 



Bcrh's Gunoleum is a new preparation for use on shotguns, rifles, 

 revolvers, and all metals, and is warranted to prevent rust oh iron, 

 steel, copper, brass and nickel. It is not affected by heat or cold, and 

 is thoroughly waterproof against salt water. It is conveniently put 

 up in tubes similar to those used by artists, and so can be carried and 

 applied with great ease and handiness. — Adv. 



ANGLING NOTES. 



Kamloops Salmon. 

 A few weeks ago Mr. J. M. Buxton, of Vancouver, 

 B. C, wished for information about landlocked salmon, 

 and it not being clear in my mind whether he referred to 

 the fish called ouananiche in Canada and landlocked 

 salmon in Maine, where it was originally found — in other 

 words the Salmo salar that has not been to sea, or the 

 newly discovered landlocked salmon, allied to the Pacific 

 salmons, found in British Columbia, I wrote him about 

 both species. 



In reply he sent me the following interesting letter, 

 from which I quote: 



"The fish I mentioned to your brother is not the ouan- 

 aniche which I think is found in several of the lai-ger 

 lakes of British Columbia. I have come across at least 

 two distinct species of what I consider were once land- 

 locked salmon, and which I have never seen above l^lbs. 

 in weight. One, I believe, is the same as the 'sockeye 

 salmon' (this is the red salmon (O. nerka) which Bean 

 says is called 'Sawqui' or 'Sukkegh') and the other is tbe 

 exact counterpart of the humpback salmon. The land- 

 locked salmon referred to in the Forest and Stream as 

 caught in Kamloops Lake, is not a landlocked flsh. The 

 writer of the article must have been either joking or 

 ignorant of the fish in British Columbia. 



"lhave caught the same fish all the way from the salt 

 water itself, in the tributaries of the Frazer, to some 



