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FOREST AND STREAM. 



I May 19, 1SU4. 



WYOMING BIG GAME. 



Lake Barrows, Wyoming. — Editor Forest and Stream: 

 I wrote some game notes for Forest and STREAM last year 

 from this same locality (headwaters of Green River, Wyo,), 

 referring to the big game as passing through the winter 

 in good condition. The weather outlook was rather dis- 

 couraging at the beginning of this winter, but proved to 

 be very favorable. Not so many elk stopped here as the 

 winter before, but there were more mule deer (or black- 

 tail as they are called here). The elk were driven down 

 early in the season by the first storms on to the Colorado 

 desert. The mountain sheep are doing well. I killed one 

 in February that was in fine condition. 



The big game is holding its own quite well now. except- 

 ing the antelope, and if we could be fortunate enough to 

 ke*p the Indian hide hunter out of the country we could 

 save them. There has been very little hide hunting for 

 the last three or four years by any of the whites, and we 

 hope it may continue so. As far as sportsmen coming 

 into this country to enjoy themselves and killing game to 

 a reasonable extent, there should not be any objections; 

 but at the same time I think they can go to extremes. A 

 friend of mine passing through the Jackson's Hole country 

 south of the Yellowstone National Park, went into a 

 camp of a hunting party of sportsmen that had twenty- 

 two elk heads and horns in camp. He took a snap shot 

 at the whole outfit with his camera. Now, we all know 

 that it does not decrease the game so much by killing the 

 males as the females; but it seems to me that this was 

 more than one party of hunters (who call themselves 

 sportsmen) should be allowed to kill at one time. Nearly 

 all the Eastern sportsmen hunting in northwestern 

 Wyoming come by the way of Montana, engaging their 

 guides and outfits up there. The game is getting nearly 

 all killed off up there, and some of those guides coming 

 down here with such parties help destroy it. This very 

 same party referred to above paid their guide $10 royalty 

 for every head they got, besides his wages, which would 

 encourage him to hunt up all the game he could for them. 

 Some of the residents here are trying to preserve the 

 game here; and if there is any benefit to be derived from 

 sportsmen coming in here they ought to get it. 



Big game is not all we have in this country for a sports- 

 man to enjoy himself with; we have quite an abundance 

 of small game, and better waters for mountain trout I 

 think one cannot find anywhere. And if anybody can 

 live on mountain scenery they ought to do it here, as we 

 have it in perfection and in all styles. Mountaineer. 



Proposed Pennsylvania Law. 



Pennsylvania State Sportsmen's Association, Al- 

 toona, Pa., May 12.— Editor Forest and Stream: Permit 

 me through the columns of your paper to call the atten- 

 tion of the sportsmen of the State of Pennsylvania to the 

 fact that the State Sportsmen's Association will, at its 

 annual meeting, to be held at Wopsononock, Blair 

 county, Pa.-, on Aug. 21 of this year, consider and adopt, 

 if possible, a bill for the better protection of the game of 

 this State with a view to urging its passage at the next 

 session of the State Legislature. At the last session a bill 

 was reported to the House of Representatives by the com- 

 mittee on fish and game, which in an amended form 

 passed the House, but was, perhaps luckily, pigeonholed 

 in the Senate. 



Taking this bill as a basis to act upon, the Association 

 has had a limited number of copies of the same printed. 

 Copies will be furnished to all organizations which are 

 members of the State Association, for consideration by 

 them. All suggestions, etc. , will be carefully scanned by 

 the members of the legislative committee of the Associa- 

 tion, for the purpose of framing a bill that will meet as 

 nearly as possible the views of the majority of sportsmen 

 in this Commonwealth, the said bill being presented at the 

 Association's meeting to be held as above. 



If the secretaries of any clubs which are not members 

 of the State Association, will write me, I will gladly fur- 

 nish them with copies of the bill for the consideration of 

 the same by their respective organizations in order that as 

 wide an expression of opinion as possible may be obtained. 



Edward Banks, Sec'y. 



PUBLISHER'S DEPARTMENT. 



Welch & Graves, Natural Bridge. N. Y., have a new artificial bait. 



The Wyandotte Boat Company, of Detroit, have purchased the 

 plant and good will of the late Davis Boat and Oar Company, and will 

 carry on the business on the same lines as heretofore. 



Buffalo Bill with his peerless aggregation of rouerh riders is once 

 more with us. The Wild West gives two exhibitions daily at Ambrose 

 Park, South Brooklyn, which is easily accessible from New York. 



The Winchester Repeating Arms Company are prepared to supply 

 revolver shooters with .38 S. & W. smokeless cartridges This new 

 ammunition will prove a boon to gallery and other shooters who are 

 bothered with smoke. 



The Richmond & Danville R. R. Company have removed their gen- 

 eral Eastern passenger office from 229 Broadway, New York, to the 

 corner of Broadway and Chambers street. The new location is 

 central and directly opposite the recently opened office of the Grand 

 Trunk Railway. 



We have received from the author, Mark Samuel, an attractive 

 little manual on the care of fish an d aquaria "The Amateur Aquarist" 

 gives simply expressed instructions to equip and maintain a self-sus- 

 taining aquarium and also particulars for obtaining and selecting the 

 best fresh water fishes and plants, and how to keep them in health 

 able book UCtiVely iUustrated > and ls a thoroughly practical and valu- 



. Th / Meal Hand Book No. 5, which supersedes all previous lists, is at 

 hand. This little manual is steadily growing in size, and the present 

 number contains 80 pages of useful information for shooters 



A new tool which will appeal to sportsmen generally is the Universal 

 powder measure. This machine can be set instantly to measure any 

 charge of black or nitro powder for pistol, rifle or shotgun. It is 

 graduated for gra ins and drams, an d is guaranteed to be accurate. 



New England and the West. 



Grand Rapids, Mich. — I lived in Vermont about ten years and can 



S'L 3 : 0 ^ tha Ii" Danyis Folbs " brin * 9 the We* Mountains nearer to 

 Michigan than they appear on the maps And "Von W. " if he could 



b ^n^£ e rH^ l l e8n : : '^ 0 /, here Mayl - could * et something larger than 

 g ro " t (: " DU t he would soon get homesick for the beautiful 

 scenery around "Number 4," and vote the fishing better there than 



. Dell. 



As Dear to the Heart as Ever. 

 Fohbst aot. Stream, as dear to the hearts of the sportsmen of this 

 city and State as ever, is growing better, if anything. If is especiallv 

 devoted to topics that are dear to the heart of the angler and Er 

 and the hunter of large game and the fowler are by no means for eot 

 ten. Its illustrations are a special feature, «nd there are none better 

 or as good, m any journal o f its class. -Davenpo rt (/a.) Democrat. 



Only One Missing in Sixteen Years. 



Fremont. Ind.-FoRKST and Stream No. 12 (Vol. XLH ") by some 

 means faded to arrive. This is the only number that has failed 

 in sixteen years. Please send it. I am anxious to have my Forest 

 and Stream ail filed m regular order. They are treasures. "*jkkst 



W. N. McKKKEEjrf Z 



SOME CARP LAKE NOTES. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



As the Kentucky contingent of the "Kingfishers" en- 

 tered the Little Miami depot at Cincinnati in the summer 

 of 1892, equipped for the annual outing to Michigan 

 waters, their glances sought in vain for "Old Kingfisher" 

 himself, who was to meet us there. Only his shadow lay 

 before us at the baggage end of the depot in a big truck- 

 load of bags and boxes — camp equipage — the boxes glist- 

 ening in a new coat of green paint. How familiar they 

 seemed — the old frog box with its wire netting, the tool 

 chest, the canvas bags of tents and tent pins, the torpedo- 

 shaped minnow bucket, and the boxes of groceries of 

 varied sizes. 



Strolling to the sidewalk fronting the main entrance, 

 we almost instantly caught sight of the, belated head of 

 the gang, making tracks for the depot with that same 

 automatic motion of his lower limbs that used to bring 

 moisture to our brow to keep them in sight during a long 

 Michigan tramp. 



"Got them worms, Charley?" said he, in his idiomatic 

 style, as soon as he got in talking distance. 



"Of course," replied Charley. "What do you take us 

 for?" 



"Shake!" said he; and we shook. 



"Shake again," said he; and we shook again. The 

 hand clasps were hearty and genuine. 



"Kingfisher" had written us to bring along some Ken- 

 tucky worms — barnyard-hackle, as he called them — with 

 which to beguile the unsuspecting trout from hidden 

 places and to keep up the minnow supply; provided that 

 Culbertson, the disciple of Cuvier, didn't purloin them to 

 feed the bluegills, for which he had a tender attachment. 

 And indeed when grasshoppers were scarce, clam bait in- 

 frequent and the overhanging bushes prevented the use of 

 the fly, ' 'worms wuz worms" for the agile trout, especi- 

 ally a good, flat, luscious Kentucky worm. 



That afternoon we erected the "den" of Culberton — the 

 Cuvier magnate (another of the Kingfishers that was to 

 join our procession), and later had the pleasure of taking 

 tea with "Kit," one of the two charming heroines of a 

 camp out in Michigan, as related in former numbers of 

 Forest and Stream. 



That night we took sleepers for Walton Junction on the 

 G. R. & I. Eailroad, headed for the deeply fascinating 

 waters of Green Lake, fourteen miles south of Traverse 

 City. Next day, reaching Walton Junction, Hickman 

 ("Kingfisher") was seized with sudden fear that the 

 Traverse City train would fail of connection with the next 

 Michigan train, that left about 1 o'clock P. M. for Inter- 

 la ch en, a small station near Green Lake. 



"I'll fix it," said '.he — "Clay, got any cigars?" and re- 

 ceiving a handful from Culbertson, he sauntered in his 

 guileless way toward the engineer of the Traverse City 

 train — somewhat as a spider approaches a fly, with side 

 steps. Getting close enough, he offered the engineer a 

 cigar, which was accepted. "Take 'em all," said Hick- 

 man, and the cigars were transferred to the pockets of 

 the engineer, with thanks. The cigars were "ten-centers." 



"Can't you speed her up a little, so we can catch the 

 south bound train at Traverse City? " inquired Kingfisher, 

 in his gentlest and most persuasive tones. 



"Oh yes," replied the engineer, "we'll get there in time 

 to catch the 6 P. M. train, but will miss the 1 P. M. train 

 about tw( nty minutes." He was right, we missed it. The 

 smile and confident expression that lit up "Kingfisher's" 

 face as he started for the engineer, wasn't there as he 

 returned to our party, but, instead, a sort of hopeless look, 

 somewhat like the boy whose captured rabbit had sud- 

 denly left his hands. He stood our jokes upon his per- 

 suasive powers with commendable patience — explaining 

 that Culbertson had given him some of the "give way" 

 cigars and not the genuine "ten-centprs." 



At Traverse City our party, consisting of Hickman, 

 Culbprtson and Mack Barney, the cook from Cincinnati, 

 and Furr and the writer from Frankfort, Ky., were joined 

 by Foulds and Gooder from Cincinnati, and Thurston 

 (Kelpie) from Central Lake, Mich. 



The hours of waiting were spent by us in taking in the 

 town or sauntering along the wharves, watching a three- 

 master unload coal by horse power with block and tackle, 

 "r following the movements of the ring perch and suckers 

 that loafed around the grimy edges of the dock. A rag- 

 ged lad with five-pronged spear with long handle was 

 watching his chance to assassinate the suckers. 



About 6 P. M., as predicted, ourselves and baggage were 

 stored aboard the south-bound train, and shortly landed 

 at Interlachen in the midst of a driving rain. This 

 necessitated a conference on the subject of going out to 

 Green Lake and making camp in the wet. There was 

 such a deep and powerful attraction about its waters, that 

 Hickman and Furr could not res'st the temptation to get 

 there as quickly as possible, and piling the tent baggage 

 and some groceries on the only wagon at hand, they 

 mounted on the top and drove off to make camp, leaving 

 the rest of us to follow in a wagon that had been sent for. 



Gooder and Foulds warmed themselves by paying the 

 railroad agent $4 extra charges on a boat they had prepaid 

 80 cents for as transportation charges from Traverse City, 

 fourteen miles. The agent was guileless and bland, but 

 he got the money. It was simply a case cf "hold-up." 



The wagon arriving, we got aboard and drove the short 

 distance to Interlochen and up to the door of the principal 

 (and only) hotel, a two-story wooden structure. The rain 

 was falling in torrents. Gooder and Thurston concluded 

 to stop. Foulds, Culbertson and the writer felt it incum- 

 bent to go on in search of camp, which we were told was 

 near the "bowery." Our driver was an amiably wicked 

 chap of conversational, liquor tendencies. He knew the 

 woods like a book, knew all the roads, knew where the 

 "bowery" was, knew everybody, including "the resorters" 

 that lived in ten miles round, but especially did he know, 

 as we subsequently found out, that his "dad" kept the 

 only, and, of course, the principal hotel at Interlachen. 



Under the clouds and in the falling rain, the night was 

 dark as pitch, the bushes dripping with water overhung 

 the doubtful road, and logs, sinks and side hills were no 

 obstacle -to our experienced driver. The only case of 

 actual stoppage was when the horse leaped a 3ft. fallen 

 tree and attempted to take the wagon along with him 

 Culbertson was on the front seat, with umbrella, and 

 when the collision occurred he sailed off with it, full 



spread, evidently trying to show how, in times of danger, 

 it could be used as a parachute. No doubt it would have 

 been a successful effort and landed him easy^but the 

 amount of avoirdupois overcame the cubic contents of 

 inflation, and he came down straddle of the tree, and 

 rather hard. 



Mending the harness, and after divers adventures, we 

 reached the "bowery." All was dark and silent. No 

 camp in sight. We yelled and shouted. No answer. 

 After twenty minutes of vain search, in discussing our 

 drowning situation, some one casually remarked that our 

 camp was to be close to the edge of Green Lake. 



"Green Lake," ejaculated our driver, "why, this ain't 

 Green Lake ! This is Duck Lake. They told me the camp 

 was to be at the 'bowery,' and there ain't no 'bowery' on 

 Green Lake." The "bowery" was a wooden pavilion, or 

 dance shed, erected in the woods on the edge of Duck 

 Lake. 



The discovery of our mistake filled us with emotions 

 too varied to be explained. There was only one thing to 

 do — retrace our steps to the "principal" hotel. The driver, 

 mindful of his daddy's ownership, and the advantages of 

 patronage, had suddenly lost some of that vast knowledge 

 of the roads he had earlier professed, and vehemently 

 denied all knowledge of the road to Green Lake. Next 

 day we found the road there so broad and plain that a 

 blind man could have felt the way. Back to the hotel 

 we went, but Culbertson was so much chagrined , and so 

 disliked the idea of leaving Hickman and Furr to make 

 camp by themselves, that he offered a Swede, who knew 

 the.place, $3 to show him the way afoot. As it proved 

 but little over a mile out, the offer was tempting enough, 

 but fear of the landlord evidently prompted the Swede's 

 refusal to accept. 



We passed the night as comfortably as the circum- 

 stances would admit. Retiring, Culbertson, in no pleased- 

 mood, threw himself down on the bed. The slats broke 

 and he struck the floor. The bed was in V-shape, the 

 broken slats holding up the sides, himself in the hollow; 

 but accepting the situation he lay there till morning. The 

 only trouble, he said, was in turning over for a change. 



Next day we went out to camp and found Hickman, 

 Furr and Barney, the cook.with two tents up and getting 

 camp in order. From a pile of straw, ordered beforehand, 

 they got- enough that was dry to make a comfortable bed, 

 and passed a good night under the first tent up. 



Of the glories and magnificent fishing qualities of Green 

 Lake, "Kingfisher," in his own inimitable style, has fur- 

 nished a description for previous pages of Forest and 

 Stream. We don't care to attempt to add anything to 

 his vigorous painting; if we did we would paint the 

 whole thing "red," or a shade of "invisible green." We 

 hunted bass for three days — diligently, earnestly, hope- 

 fully, tried all kinds of bait and only caught a glimpse of 

 one solitary three-pounder (we guess he was a three- 

 pounder). I hooked him, he flopped around a stake and 

 departed. We caught a few bluegills. Kelpie tried his 

 hand on them but wasn't a success. When I explained to 

 him that it was easy enough — by a simple twist of the 

 wrist — he said that was sufficient, he would know how 

 forever afterward. 



Concluding to emigrate to Carp Lake, we struck tents 

 and departed. At Traverse City Foulds and Gooder left 

 us for Omena on Grand Traverse Bay. Coming up tne 

 day before they had engaged wagons for us, which we 

 found waiting at the depot, ready for the ten-mile trip to 

 Carp Lake. Stopping a bit at the "Last Chance" on the 

 edge of Traverse City, then taking lunch at the bridge on 

 the bay, passing Cedar Lake and sundry so-called trout 

 streams, we reached Carp Lake at "Robin Nest Camp," 

 one mile above Bingham, and three and a half miles from 

 Nolans, our old camp ground of the year before, on the 

 other side of the lake. Old Sam. 



[to be concluded next ■week.] 



A DAY OF SOLID COMFORT. 



This was the angler's ideal morning, warm and misty 

 after a night's gentle rain. Every blade of the emerald- 

 hued grass was tipped with the pendant rain drops, glis- 

 tening like a carpet of diamonds in the warm rays of the 

 morning sun, which ever and anon gleamed through the 

 drifting banks of mist. As we walked along the green 

 carpeted lanes we passed between long rows of blossom- 

 laden apple trees and inhaled their fragrance which lay 

 heavy on the cool fresh air. It was a morning to inspire 

 those joyous feelings which thrill the lover oi nature. 



"Well, old comrade, once more we have a day of 

 pleasure before us, and if we go home with empty creels 

 we may as well give up angling forever," said Freezy, 

 this ideal May morning, as we jointed the rods on the 

 bank of as pleasant a stream as ever God created. "Cer- 

 tainly we have an ideal day and somehow I feel confident 

 we shall beat the record," I made reply. 



Chum shortly checked our conversation for making the 

 initial cast, and he was soon engaged with a lively half- 

 pound trout, which he landed, and I was lucky enough 

 to follow suit with one of the same pattern. 



We were at the edge of an open maple wood, where the 

 stream flowed with rapid current between banks of 

 clayey soil thickly set with the odious skunk cabbage. 

 So erratic here is the stream's course that the uninitiated 

 angler while traversing the banks is liable to an involun- 

 tary bath in the icy water, which gurgles over sandy 

 shallows and then dashes into one of the countless elbows 

 scooping a deep hole beneath the root-bound banks. And 

 there are good trout in these eddies, as Chum and I well 

 know. I well remember my exciting interview that day 

 with an educated trout at one of the eddies. Knowing 

 from bygone events that the gentleman chose this as his 

 private residence, and the omens being good I determined 

 to try him anyhow. Standing in a shallow just above the 

 pool, I made the cast and the current soon carried the 

 bait down into the circling foam, where with a whirl it 

 Disappeared under the bank. In a moment I knew that 

 old Speckled Sides was at home, for the fact was well 

 proven by sundry lively demonstrations at the end of the 

 line. The antics of this old settler were in direct oppo- 

 sition to the well known tactics of trout in general. In- 

 stead of the usual long runs and wild leaps he just hung 

 in under the bank, sulked and yanked at the line sav- 

 agely. Knowing that he was a "whopper," Freezy danced 

 around on the bank and offered the advice customary on 

 these occasions. At last, becoming reckless of conse- 

 quences, I headed him my way, stepped out on the bank, 

 and trusting to my tackle gave a heavy surge, intending 

 to bring him ashore, willing or not, but alas for human 



