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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[May 2, 1896. 
Pewaukee Improvements, 
Mr. Louis Auer, well known to many Chicagoans as a 
Milwaukee sportsman of push and pleasantness, is en- 
gaged with Messrs. Fred Wolber and A. S. Hathaway 
in the enterprise of improving the surroundings at Pewau- 
kee Lake, one of the most popular Milwaukee pleasuring 
spots. They have incorporated the Pewaukee Yacht Club 
and have entered upon a campaign for sport, comfort and 
pleasure at that pretty body of water. 
Chicago BIc Game Features. 
Chicago keeps up her record as a big game center. This 
week three young tigers were born in a circus here. The 
mother, however, did not like their looks, and accordingly 
began to put them out of sight. She ate up two of them 
entire, and was going after the third when discovered at 
her unnatural meal. The third baby tiger was taken 
away before it could be eaten, but its back was broken 
and it died in a little while. E. Hough. 
1206 Boycb Building, Chicago. 
ADIRONDACK DEER. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Here is a man who says in Fobest and Stream of April 
4 that by deer jacking comparatively few deer are so 
killed, "meaning by comparatively few that no greater 
percentage of the living supply than that supply will 
allow without permanent decrease." In other words, he 
admits that jacking alone would keep the deer supply 
down, without the aid of other kinds of deer killers. 
There are of course some things liable to happen to 
prevent a jacker getting a deer. He has got to exer- 
cise due care and caution. Well, rather. Still one can 
"hitch a team of 2-year-old oxen to a wagon wheel," 
with hay "to keep them quiet." He can drag a clumsy 
home-made scow to the lake with "noisy wigglings and 
howlings." He can build asmellful "smudge to keep the 
punkies off." He can use a home-made candle jack, 
"throwing a few sickly rays of light." He can haul up 
his gun with a jerk to be told in loud whispers, "that's a, 
rat," or "that's but a log; don't shoot." With this bcow 
of his he can paddle up to the deer. He can wobble the 
shotgun for awhile as he aims at the deer. There is no 
particular hurry about it. Then he can pull the trigger 
and have the G. D. cap snap like a .22 short. Even then 
"the deer looks astonished" long enough for the paddler 
to pick up his rifle. "He's dead, let's go ashore." This 
argument "breaks the spell" that I've had, thinking that 
jacking was dead easy. I begin to realize that it is hard 
— dead hard — to get a deer that way. You mustn't 
dance, sing, play on bass xlrums or other noisy instru- 
ments. 
"I saw two men drive past with a boat on their wagon; 
next day they drove back with two deer;" they got 
nothing next time. 
Then the two boys go jacking. Their gun misses fire; 
no matter. "With a snort the deer is off, * * * but 
there is no accounting for some things." The deer 
stopped, not wishing to make any bad feelings with its 
friends, the floaters, and, of course, got killed. What else 
could you expect? 
The arguments of floaters and hounders of deer beat mo. 
Will somebody please explain. Raymond S. Spears. 
Brooklyn, N. Y. • 
Glovebsville, N. Y., April 22.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: One day last week in the village of Rock wood, 
which is about five miles west of this place, a deer was 
seen by some of the residents of that place running across 
the fields, and being in an exhausted condition (presum- 
ably from having been chased by dogs) it fell to the 
ground and gave birth to a pair of fawns. Game Protec- 
tor I/eavitt, hearing of the occurrence, notified persons 
having the deer in charge to put them in a barn and feed 
them, which was done, and it is reported that they are 
doing well. A doe and fawn have been seen several 
times within the last week or ten days almost within the 
city limits, and on two different occasions have been 
chased by hounds; but as Game Protector Lobdell, of 
Northville, has become interested in the case and through 
our local papers has notified all owners of hounds to keep 
them secured against pursuit of the deer,' under penalty 
of having the dogs shot, it is hoped that the deer will 
escape and go back on the mountains, whence they were 
undoubtedly driven by some stray hound. Last week 
(Thursday) we received from the State hatchery at Cale- 
donia 20,000 brown trout fry and 15,000 brook trout fry, 
which came in excellent condition and were properly dis- 
„ tributed in our neighboring trout streams. 
Cayadutta. 
Charles Fenton, of Number Four, Lewis county, writ- 
ing to President Davis, of the Fisheries, Game and Forest 
Commission, in favor of the pending bill to prohibit the 
hounding of deer, says: : 'During a residence of over sixty 
years in the woods and among the deer, I have never 
seen such a slaughter of deer by dogs as has taken place 
here for the past three weeks. I have had from two to 
four men constantly in the woods to hunt dogs. But it 
seems mpoesible to get at them. We have been able to 
wound only one. They are as wild as wolves. I think 
they are dogs which were lost during the last hounding 
season. It is safe to say that fully 200 deer have been 
slaughtered by these dogs in the past three weeks. We 
know that ten deer were destroyed in one day by one dog 
before we overtook the dog. But the dog escaped before 
a bead could be drawn on him. I wish that I could take 
every legislator in the woods here now. I think I could 
take the party over the mangled carcasses of fcrty deer 
m a half day. 
"Deer are poor and weak at this time of year, and does 
heavy with fawn. It is the worst thing that ever has hap- 
£SP?r„ h f^' T he d °S s are 6tiU at large and to-day (April 
18) killed two deer to my knowledge. Snow is still deep 
and the dogs can easily catch every deer they start after. 
If the legislators could witness this awful slaughter, I do 
not believe that a single one would vote to permit the 
hounding of deer." 
The bill pending before the Senate was amended in ihe 
Assembly by reducing the hounding season to two weeks. 
The advocates of the abolition of hounding feel that this 
is the best measure that can be secured this season be- 
cause of the lateness of the session. Next year they pro- 
pose to present such a strong case that the majority of 
the legislators cannot withstand their appeal.— A Ibanv 
Journal, lAprii £8. a 
RIFLE CALIBERS AND GAME. 
Montpelier, Ind.— Editor Forest and Stream: I 
noticed in Forest and Stream of March 17 that some one 
prefers a .45-90-300 and says that it is adapted only to the 
300gr. ball, and that with a 405gr. ball it will throw from 
5 to lOin. high at 100yds. This is one of the most unusual 
things I have ever seen. I have used a ,45cal. rifle for five 
years, both North and South, for hunting large game, and 
have made many tests with it, and have always found that 
when the ball was increased in weight it would shoot low 
and when lessened in weight would throw high. At 
100yds. I have found that in reloading shells for target 
practice, if one will use a round ball or a bullet in place of 
the ordinary ball used in breechloading rifles, either single 
shot or magazine, it will shoot about 10 or 12in. high at 
100yds. I, for one, prefer a large caliber, using a .45-85- 
285 Colt's, it being, in my opinion, the best gun for large 
game yet used. I have used it at long range and never 
was it found wanting, throwing very flat and yet very 
long-ranged and strong. As for shooting moose at 200yds. 
with a .44 40, 1 would prefer to take my chances at closer 
range or have a larger gun. I, for one, would prefer a 
.38-40, as it would use a 180gr. ball, which is 20grs. smaller 
than the .44-40, which has a 200gr. ball, and, as a matter 
of range, would shoot further than a .44-40. I, for one, 
have had enough of the .44-40, as I have not the least idea 
that they are the gun for large game at a greater range 
than 75yds. I have shot turkeys at 125yds. with them, 
and at one time a goose at 149 good long steps; but on 
both occasions I was obliged to take care and hold well up 
on my game and use good judgment, which is by no 
means the pleasantest way to shoot, as one feels as if con- 
victed on circumstantial evidence; and when he has bagged 
his game must say that "my judgment was pretty good 
on that shot after all." 
Anything smaller than that now in use by me would be 
a .38 -59 Colt's rifle, unless I was going to find turkeys, and 
then I would surely use a .32 40, as in my opinion they 
are a very fine all-round gun. .45 85. 
The Man Behind the Gun. 
Okanogan, Wash.— Editor Forest and Stream: In the 
discussion of what constitutes the right caliber for a hunt- 
ing rifle the boys must not lose sight of the main issue, 
that there is more difference in the man than the rifle. I 
cannot account for Mr. Newberry's failing to kill the buck 
in the water with the .44-40, unless he shot too low and 
the bullet had too much water to pass through. I have 
used almost all kinds of rifles, from the double-barrel 
express, .50cal., 5|drs. Curtis & Harvey diamond grain 
powder, to the ,22cal., 6grs. black powder, and have made 
some remarkable shots, both alone and in company with 
others. In 1867 I got a Winchester .44-24, rim-fire 
cartridge, and with that rifle I killed thirty-two elk, 
peventy-two deer and eight mountain sheep, besides sev- 
eral bears, wolves, coyotes and grouse. Once in the pres- 
ence of John Riggins, of Grangeville, Idaho, I shot five 
times and killed four elk; the nearest was 150yds., the 
furthest was 225. With my .22 I have killed three deer, 
one at 130yds. and the other two at 150, and in the pres- 
ence of Mr. Beal, of our place, one goose, 300yds. I have 
now a .38 55, which I have shot at seven deer and twenty- 
three grouse, and have got them all. On my .22 I use a 
Lyman sight and on the .38 a telescope, and let me tell 
Dick of Connecticut that not a grouse was shot in the 
body. Lew Wilmot. 
Waupaca Rod and Gun Club. 
Waupaca, Wis., April 9.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
The Waupaca Rod and Gun Club is the name of a sport- 
ing club recently organized here, with a very comfortable 
club house situated upon the Wolf River, about twelve 
miles from this place, on the Wisconsin Central Railroad. 
Our club consists of fifteen members, and will file articles 
of incorporation soon. Shooting is very poor in this local- 
ity this spring, principally on account of the extreme low 
water. But fishing is very good, and will improve as soon 
as the weather gets warmer and the season advances. 
The game laws are very rigid, and are being looked after 
by the sportsmen and wardens throughout the State more 
closely than heretofore. O. T. Hambleton, Sec!y. 
Minnesota Game. 
Huntley, Minn., March 28. — The shooting prospects 
are very good around here now — better than they have 
been for years. There are lots of quail. Chickens are 
more plentiful than they have been for years before. 
Eli C. Maiers. 
DAYS ON THE NIPIGON. 
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I was awakened in the morning by the Indians gather- 
ing wood and building a fire and their continued chatter- 
ing. Finally the old chief beat the tom-tom upon the 
bottom of the dish pan, and Joe Eskimo came over and 
rapped on the tent pole and said, "Get up; breakfast will 
soon be ready." This was our first night out of bed and 
in the woods, and the feathers of our bed were not all of 
one size nor all laid straight, so it took some time before 
we concluded we would get up, but when we did and 
went outside we found the weather very cold and our 
heavy clothing acceptable. The grass and bushes were all 
covered with heavy dew and everything was wet, but just 
over the mountain tops the glorious sun was peeping, and 
we sat down to a tempting feast of speckled brook trout 
caught the night before, with breakfast bacon on the side 
and a good large slapjack bread cake, together with both 
coffee and tea, butter and some other delicacies, while the 
Indians ate their breakfast off to one side by themselves. 
The taste of those trout, so fresh, so sweet, delicious and 
nicely browned, still lingers in my mouth. 
Joe told us of the little stream which we had crossed 
the night before and said if we would go out the trail for 
half a mile and then take a side trail through the woods 
to the west we could reach the creek within a half mile 
and get some trout. This intelligence quickly dispelled 
the cold from our frames and we skipped around like a 
lot of frisky colts, every one getting his rod, lines and 
flies ready for the coming feast. When everything was 
in shape Young Chief led the way and we followed 
quickly behind him. 
As we reached the bottom of land, we were making our 
way to the creek, when a familiar sound caught our ears, 
and stopping quickly, we looked about us and in a few 
moments discovered a pack of grouse, some on the trees 
or small brush, and others on the ground. I should judge 
there were about two dozen of them and as tame as barn- 
yard fowls. A' few took wing, but the rest remained, and 
we walked on. An opening of the creek was soon found, 
and into it we went. A few casta were made and some 
8 and lOin. trout were taken. Those unhurt were re- 
turned to the water, while the injured ones were kept for 
lunch. As we were not after fingerlings, we divided, 
some going up stream and some down. I went up as far 
as a falls and crawled out on some wet, slippery rocks and 
sat down. The air was yet chilly and I did not relish a 
wet seat, so a piece of bark was used as a chair. A large 
tree was behind me and a wild pool of rushing water be- 
fore me. The pool was about 20ft. in diameter, into 
which the water from the falls fell, and which gave it a 
circular motion, and in the center was a cap of froth as 
large as a bucket. Having for about two minutes re- 
strained myself from making a cast, I deemed my time 
had come, so I made one near the froth, and slowly saw 
it go to the right around the pool and sintt, and as it got 
to the far side I slowly drew it toward me across the pool, 
but it was without reward. This I repeated several times 
with the same results, and wanting to keep up my reputa- 
tion, I concluded that I must discover what these beauties 
were taking, so I changed flies and then added a live grass- 
hopper, but with it all I got no returns — never a strike; 
so I concluded that either there were no trout in the 
pool or else I had the wrong bait; so I put on a piece of 
the old-fashioned and much-despised angle worm and re- 
newed my efforts. This time I cast just where the water 
fell into the pool furthest away from me. In an instant 
I got a strike, and a good, vigorous one at that. Not 
knowing anything about the character of the sides or bot- 
tom of the place, I was anxious to land the fellow, so I 
struck bard and fastened him, as I supposed, good and 
deep; but after I played him a good while and he turned 
upon his side, I was puzzled to know how to get him out 
of the water, as I was some 5 or 6ft. above it, and the land- 
ing net was with the other part of the camp and there was 
no way to get them up. I attempted to get down the side 
of the slippery rock, having set the rod in the rocks, and 
catching hold of the line I started down, when my feet 
slid from under me and I clutched wildly at the uneven 
surface of the boulder; but it was no good, down I went, 
until fortunately my feet struck a log which pro jected out 
into the pool. I did not take the bath that I expected, but 
was just as much surprised when I found my fish out of 
sight. He had recovered, shaken the hook out of his 
mouth, and fanned me good-by with his tail and disap- 
peared. As my fish was gone I was now confronted with 
the problem: How will I get up that rock? For a while 
it did look as if I would have to swim for it, but finally I 
succeeded in getting a foothold that sent me high and dry. 
Reeling up my line and recovering my hook, I said, "Of 
course there is no use for me to fish in there again, but 
perhaps there may be two, and possibly the other may 
take hold; at any rate I shall try it." So I made another 
cast, and sure enough down the line goes with a jerk and 
a rush. I struck this time to kill, and my trout was 
hooked strong and deep; and after playing him to my sat- 
isfaction I landed him on top of the rock and cut his 
throat to make sure he would not get away. Several 
other casts brought little trout, and I retraced my steps 
down the stream. 
Wanting to make sure of the character of these trout I 
made several experiments with them. I made long casts 
with the fly over all the water that I could reach, and if I 
did not get a strike I shortened my line; then put on 
either a grasshopper or angle worm, and then cast into 
the little pockets of water as I went along. In this way I 
found trout of 8, 10 and 12in. long where I would not 
have suspected them. Some I caught, but the most of 
them I played with as long as I could induce them to play. 
Some would follow the fly, some the worm, and others the 
grasshopper. 
Having remained here all alone I retraced my steps 
down stream by wading the water and taking the other 
side of the stream, and by continuous casting I got a large 
number of strikes, all of which were small, and when 
taken were thrown back. In a short time I reached the 
others, and found them in clover — or paradise, just as 
you wish to term it. Fred — jovial Fred — was in the mid- 
dle of the stream, and every once in a while he would 
utter a whoop, until I thought the Indians of that region 
had gotten him down and were about to scalp him. There 
he stood, and when I got where I could clearly see him I 
discovered some 50ft. down stream the cause of his 
trouble, as the water of the current splashed higher in 
places and the bright, sparkling sides of a brook trout 
reflected back in many colors the bright rays of the sun. 
Fred was in his glory. The Young Chief was on the bank 
stringing the trout. As Fred would swing them on his 
side of the creek toward him, he would land them with 
the net and then string them. I discovered the Judge 
upon the shore indulging himself by pouring a cloud of 
smoke around him from a marsh Toby, and around him 
lay a circle of dead mosquitoes, killed by its fumes. He 
too was having great fun; he landed several fine trout, 
one of which must have weighed 41bs., and none of the 
rest that he had would weigh less than 2|lbs. I think he 
had about eight or ten all told, and was as happy as could 
be. If you ever saw a picture of contentment it was 
when you looked at him as he sat on the creek bank in 
the shade of the great forest trees, and almost covered up 
by the overhead underbrush at the end of the pool formed 
by the rush of water from the falls above. He remained 
all the time at this one spot, and said the fishing here was 
as good as he wanted, and he would not bother wading 
the stream. 
I was the most unfortunate. My flies would not attract 
the trout. I cast long and lightly, but no matter if they 
fell as lightly as down, the trout would not take hold 
upon my line, while the rest were having bites all the 
time. Fred undertook to find out the cause of this, and 
when he had examined my flies said: "Just wait, and I 
will fix you a bait that will give you something to do," 
and he did. Taking the gullet out of one of the small 
trout he fixed that upon my hook and then a small fin, 
and in using that I did have lots of fun. A trout would 
grab it, and in the swiftly flowing water he would hang 
on while I would play him from side to side, and whenh 
