Forest and Stream. 
A Weekly Journal of the Rod and Gun. 
Terms, $4 A Yeah. 10 Cts. a Copt. 
Six Months, $2. 
NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JULY 7, 1894 
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VOL XLIII.-NO, 1. 
No. 318 Broadway, New York. 
For Prospectus and Advertising Rates see Page 2 1 
The Fqrest and Stream is put to press 
on Tuesdays. Correspondence intended for 
publication should reach us by Mondays and 
as much earlier as may be practicable. 
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Forest and Stream Outdoor Scenes. 
They stir 7 the blood, these pictures which so faithfully 
portray scenes by sea and shore, on prairie and near 
woodland, in which many of us have had our part.. To 
those who seek their recreation with rod or gun or sail or 
paddle, by flood and field, no memories are so dear as 
those of this free outdoor existence, when for the moment 
the daily bondage of life is cast off, when the business 
man ceases to think of sales, the mechanic of tools, the 
lawyer of cases, and the pastor of Jbis church. This free- 
dom is a blessed return to primitive life, a putting aside 
of the conventionalities, a stripping things of their seem- 
ing, a drawing near to nature. And as some sight or 
sound or perfume often calls up to the mind events long 
past, so to look at these pictures gives renewed life to 
some happening of one's outdoor past, and thrills him 
with the remembrance. 
He who has snuffed into his nostrils the cool, damp 
breath of the open sea, or the scarcely less invigorating 
breezes of the great lakes, will look with especial interest 
on the picture which represents the struggle of last year 
between the great British yacht Valkyrie and her greater 
opponent Vigilant. The artist has chosen a critical mo- 
ment when the white vessel is drawing away from her 
rival, and making safe to America the possession of the 
proud trophy, which it is the boast of our yachtsmen 
they have held uninterruptedly for more than thirty 
years. Many have been the attempts to regain it by 
sailors of Britain, but as yet in vain. 
The yachts are tearing along against a stiff breeze under 
a sky gray with broken clouds, though here and there 
through a rift, a patch of sunshine brightens the waves. 
The water, green and heavy beneath the somber arch, is 
yet not tossed up in flying spray, but one can feel that the 
breeze is full of sharp salt moisture, and can behold in 
the signs of clouds and sea the promise of a freshening 
wind. One may imagine, too, the feelings which inspire 
the crews of the vessels, and may picture the rows of 
earnest faces ranged under the weather rail— the cheerful 
looks and satisfied comment of those on the white yacht, 
and the grim, determined countenances of the plucky 
sailors of the black one; and may see the careful watch 
which the master of each vessel keeps on his canvas, and 
the ready alacrity of either crew to spring at command 
to take a pull on the sheet, or to meet the call of the 
moment. 
The whole picture is full of the breath and the spirit of 
old ocean, and to a true yachtsman its vivid truthfulness 
will say more than could pages of description. 
Widely different, yet as true to nature, and appealing 
to a far larger circle, is the picture entitled "He's Got 
Them." The day's quail shooting is almost over, and the 
sun is setting in a bed of clouds of rose and gold. On the 
way home, while working down a little valley, the old 
dog has struck the trail of a bevy running to roost, and 
now he has pinned them. In the open, stands one of the 
sportsmen waiting for his comrade to push his way 
through the fringe of small trees before both step for- 
ward to flush the bird. The dog stands firm, in one of 
those curious attitudes which many people might pro- 
nounce unnatural and impossible, but which the shooter 
of upland game sees at a glance is both natural and prob- 
able. In this case the attitude was copied from one of 
Forest and Stream's amateur photographs, that of an 
actual dog in the field in the act of pointing birds. The 
trees are leafless, and the weeds and grass sere, yellow 
and broken down, and yet the scene is full of life and 
color, the stream glimmers brightly in the setting sun, 
and the far off hills are blue with distance and gray with 
the haze of late autumn. 
Many a man, like him in this picture, has stood waiting 
for a comrade to join him, eager, hopeful, yet anxious, 
fearing lest the birds may rise too soon, but so full of en- 
joyment of the scene before him that he could wish to 
have the exciting moment prolonged. 
The third scene takes us back again to the edge of the 
salt water, and we listen once more to the baffled roar of 
the onrushing waves and the gurgling hiss of their sullen 
retreat; the cold fresh air of the sea is in our faces, and 
its moisture clings in tiny drops on hair and beard. 
On the rocky shore of a New England island an angler 
with short, stiff rod and long line is striving to bring to 
gaff that king of Northern salt-water fishes, a striped 
bass. The captive is a mighty one, yet it is seen that he 
is well nigh exhausted, and that if skill and tackle hold 
the issue of the struggle is not doubtful. The wind, 
blowing half a gale, sweeps the angler's waterproof coat 
out behind him and has forced him to jam his cap well 
down upon his head. From the crests of the waves the 
spray is flying, a distant fishing vessel lies over before 
the breeze, and the gulls which hover and scream along 
the shore are swept away before it, and then have to 
turn and labor back in its teeth. The air is full of a 
cold mist which half obscures distant objects and makes 
the bold headland beyond look pale and gray. 
Such a scene the angler for striped bass may witness at 
many points along the bolder New England coast, though 
where the shore is less abrupt, the fishing is done from 
piers or from platforms built out over the water. 
On some broad fresh meadow in April or October you 
may witness the sight presented in the fourth picture. It 
will be at close of day, perhaps, as you are plodding home- 
ward after a long tramp, with gun on shoulder and dog 
at heel. The sun has set, and slowly from the east blue 
night is creeping, onward, onward. Overhead it is 
already more than half dark, though in the west the 
flush of sunset lingers yet. As you walk along, suddenly 
you may hear, far off, a note which you know well, and 
pausing, may see the "Jacksnipe Coming In." Far off 
against the clear sky, half a dozen tiny dots are tossing, 
moving with wonderful swiftness and with most erratic 
flight. Up and down, from side to side, here and there 
they dart and twist, ever advancing and growing larger, 
and ever uttering their well-known call. Perhaps when 
they have almost reached you, they may take a sudden 
whirl up in the air, and then with half -closed wings may 
pitch headlong into the grass all about • you and at your 
very feet, and as they pass your quick eye takes in— 
though you have but the fraction of a second in which to. 
observe it— all the details of shape and color of the dainty 
birds, and you rejoice that they have come again. 
If you are wise, you will rise to-morrow before the sun 
and will try to surprise the little fellows at their break- 
fast; for you are never quite sure of a snipe until he is in 
your pocket. 
Fish Commissioner W. P. Andrus, of Minneapolis, 
Minn., who has recently returned from an extended trip 
along Rainy Lake, Rainy River, and Lake of the Woods, 
has succeeded in attracting the attention of the United 
States officials at Washington to the threatened depletion 
of the fisheries in the international waters along the 
boundary between Minnesota and Canada, and as a result 
a joint committee will be formed, consisting of an United 
States fishery representative, a Minnesota fishery repre- 
sentative and a Canadian official, who will formulate a 
plan for the better protection of the fish along the inter- 
national boundary, 
BIG CATCHES. 
If the fishing reports which come to ub from various 
quarters are credible— and they would not be printed if 
considered otherwise — the count fisherman is abroad in the 
land, and is showing himself unusually industrious in 
working for a record of numbers or pounds. Mr. Blank, 
we are told, and perhaps Mrs. Blank and the little Blanks 
with him, succeeded in catching over sixty bass in less 
than sixty minutes, and was the envy of every one else 
who had taken only fifty-nine fish in an hour and a half. 
What becomes of all these gigantic strings of fish is not 
told; in some cases it would appear to be quite impossi- 
ble that they could have been eaten. Let us trust that 
at the least they were given decent burial, or went to the 
compost heaps, where in due process of time they would 
fertilize the soil. 
The purpose we have in printing these records of count 
fishermen is not to join in the acclamation of the crowd 
over their achievements. It is purely to indicate where 
good fishing may be found. A large catch, stated in con- 
crete pounds, is more to the point than a column of 
generalization, to show that fishing is good. Whether or 
not the inordinate destruction related in any specific case 
may be approved, there can be no questioning that the 
fish were there. And in many cases it proves as well 
that the fish will not remain there, for no supply, how- 
ever superabundant it may be, can long withstand the 
exterminating assiduity of the count fishermen. When a 
hotel proprietor heralds these fishing exploits of his guests, 
he proclaims not alone present abundance but future 
dearth as well. 
SNAP SHOTS. 
We commend to President Hughes and Secretary 
Banks, of the Pennsylvania State Sportsman's Associa- 
tion, the suggestions embodied in the letter from a Penn- 
sylvania correspondent, published to-day, that the 
Association should adopt the plan of organization 
described in our issue of June 23 as having proved so 
successful in New York. The strongest argument for 
this change is found in such an experience of delegates 
as is told by our correspondent. Trap shooting and game 
protection are two distinct interests, and each should be 
given full scope by the provision of separate occasions for 
consideration. The Pennsylvania Association cannot 
take a more progressive step, when the members shall 
meet in Altoona next month, than to adopt a plan of 
organization similar to that of New York. 
At a meeting of the Wisconsin Fish Commission last 
week action was taken toward promoting the formation 
of fish protective clubs throughout the State. Ultimately, 
it is hoped, a State league may be organized, to cooperate 
with the Commissioners in securing a better observance 
of the laws. There is abundant opportunity in Wisconsin 
for such a movement; in many districts the laws are dead- 
letters, and the State is stocking waters only to have them 
depleted by unlawful fishing. In Wisconsin, as almost 
everywhere else, public sentiment has not yet been awak- 
ened powerful enough to command enforcement of the 
protective laws by the duly appointed officials. Until 
such a sentiment shall have been aroused the work must 
be done by interested clubs and associations of indi- 
viduals. 
Texas has the name of being a country of abundant 
game resources; but nowhere in America is the game sup- 
ply so generous that market-hunting may not in time 
exterminate it. The Houston markets are full of young 
prairie chickens, killed when hardly able to fly. The 
sportsmen of the city are organizing for suppression of the 
scandalous traffic. By and by Texas sentiment will come 
around to supporting the Forest and Stream platform 
plank. Public opinion is trending in that direction. 
For all part it fills in the game bird supply of to-day 
the wild pigeon is an extinct species. The story of how 
the work of extermination was wrought by professional 
market hunters is an instructive chapter in the history of 
bird life on this continent. We have in hand a descrip- 
tion of the work of the pigeon netter, written by one who 
has had a practical part in it. The first chapter of the 
story will be printed next week. 
This issue is put to press Monday, July 2. A number of 
reports of shooting meetings have of necessity been de- 
ferred to next week. 
