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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Dec. 1, 1894. 
and incident which gave to each day an individuality all 
its own, and rounded out 'into a prized remembrance the 
most pleasant time we ever spent in camp. 
Our unconventional life and unusual exercise soon gave 
energy to nerve and strength to muscle, and made easy 
the task which at first would seem impossible. The fas- 
cinations of our environment, the absolute whiteness of 
the snow, the deathly stillness of the woods, the delicate 
tracery of the evergreens and towering forest trees lent 
an added charm and made a beautiful picture of the 
woods in winter. 
Our killing comprised two does, five bucks and a bull 
caribou. Slaughter being the lesser object sought, our 
killing was much less than it might have been. We 
endeavored to spare all females and those killed would 
not have been shot had their sex been known. 
Our ambition was to secure a lordly moose, and while 
we were in their country of "at home," and saw their 
track several times, the continupd snow blotted out at 
night the trail picked up and followed during the day, 
and so we got none. But this will be an impelling incen- 
tive to another trip, and will give added zest to antici- 
pation. 
Cheery Bob Phillips, superintendent of the Megantic 
preserves, did us the honor of accepting the hospitality of 
Camp Taylor during the last few days of our stay, and to 
show him our appreciation of his condescension and 
presence, and to aid in holding him down to terra firma, 
we kindly allowed him to put upon his shoulders two sad- 
dles of venison, weighing HOlbs., and carry them out over 
the mountain trail to the Chain of Ponds, the little dis- 
tance of some ten or a dozen miles. Such honors seldom 
come to him, and he is so highly pleased when they do, 
that his elation knows no bounds, and his best friends say 
he wears a decided hump upon his back ever since. This 
dangerous experiment, which has ruined many a beauti- 
ful character, is mentioned here, that others may profit 
by, and avoid our mistakes. Geo. A. McAleeb. 
Worcester, Mass. 
SOUTH DAKOTA GOOSE SHOOTING. 
Bright and early on the morning of Nov. 8, I and my 
partner left Pierre, S. D. , for a drive of thirty miles in 
quest of the wild goose. Our destination was the corn 
and wheat fields of Sully county, a favorite feeding 
locality. At this season of the year the geese roost nightly 
on the many sand bars of the Missouri River and at break 
of day their cheerful honk, hohk, may be heard as they 
rise and separate into numberless squads, flying to the 
fields in search of food. Returning to the river by 10 
o'clock, they make another trip at about 3 in the after- 
noon, and go back to their roosting places after dark. 
This is their regular habit, although on a cloudy day they 
often stay in the fields the whole day. 
We drove out in anticipation of a good time, and on 
arriving in the vicinity of their usual haunts we made a 
number of inquiries, and the answers were invariably the 
same, "Yes, there are lots of geese around the Sully 
Buttes; good fields and nice people to stop with." So 
heading in the direction we soon located ourselves with 
Mr. F. E. Blakemore, who kindly gave us some pointers 
on the flights, and to whom, with his estimable wife and 
daughter, we were indebted for the most hospitable re- 
ception and kindly treatment we had ever enjoyed. 
Hurriedly lunching, as the evening flight was on, we 
grasped the 10-bores and made for the lines of flight. 
Separating, we studied the different flights for the rest 
of the day, and felt repaid on coming in by finding that 
our observations tallied as to main flights and feeding 
places very closely. S., my partner, brought in a sample 
goose. 
Six o'clock the next morning found us in the field, and 
on coming in about 10 o'clock I found that S. had three 
geese and I had six empty shells, but no goose. Of course 
I "got the laugh," but 1 gave it back in the afternoon, 
killing, rather singularly, four lone geese to his "one to 
get." 
Daybreak found me in a stubble field on the west line 
of flight while my colleague, as the lawyers say, stuck to 
the east line. I think it will be some time before I shall 
forget that morning's shoot. 
The morning broke cold, and a brisk wind from the 
west made it a good goose day. Hastily forming a light 
blind of tumble weeds, and getting my shells in reach I 
lay down in my blind, but had not long to wait, for soon 
I had the satisfaction of seeing a bunch of twelve or four- 
teen honkers heading directly for me, 50 or 00yds. high. 
Allowing them to pass over I arose and sent a charge of 
00 at the nearest goose, which stopped him and he was 
soon a model decoy. The next geese caught sight of him, 
set their wings and sailed within 80yds. of me, furnishing 
two more decoys. Then came a clean miss with both 
barrels at easy range. Say, were you ever there? How 
a fellow kicks himself. Once more a small bunch, a nice 
double, a lone goose; another double, another miss, but 
got one with the second barrel, and so on until the flight 
was over and I had the pleasure of counting eleven plump 
geese as they lay side by side. 
Hiding the game I made for the house and discovered 
that my partner had secured one goose. Hitching up I 
went after my birds and coming back called him out to 
size them up alongside of his one poor, scrawny, half- 
Btarved "cripple just as like as not" specimen. You see 
my turn came at last. But S. took it all right. 
Three o'clock that afternoon found us together in the 
same field with eight or ten dead geese for decoys, but as 
our large shot was about gone we could only depend on 
the geese decoying near enough for us to stop them with 
No. 4. Soon they came, and after an A 1 time of hitting, 
missing and friendly guying of each other, night found 
us with twelve more birds, making twenty-four for the 
day. 
The next morning we tried them for an hour after day- 
break, but they were "on to us," and we only bagged 
three, a total bag of thirty-five geese in three days. 
Bidding host and family good-bye, and sending the 
birds ahead by an obliging farmer, we were soon talking 
it over at home with our fellow sportsmen. To say that 
we enjoyed our trip would not half tell it, and we shall 
wait as patiently as possible the coming of another fall. 
Camp-fire. 
The Forest and Stream is put to press each week mi Tiies 
day. Correspondence intended for publication should reach 
us at thelatest by Monday, and as much earlier aspracticabl* 
IN MAINE WOODS. 
Boston, Nov. 24.— The Maine Sportsmen's Fish and 
Game Association proposes to take important action the 
coming session of the Legislature in that State. The As- 
sociation is to meet at Augusta, within a few days, and 
matters will be discussed. The Fish and Game Commis- 
sion is expected to be present. Sportsmen are invited to 
be present or to send in their opinions by letter. The 
committee on Legislation of the Association consists of its 
President, Eugene M. Hersey, of Bangor; Hon. J. F. Hill, 
of Augusta; Hon. Jessie M. Libby, of Mechanic Falls; 
Hon. J. F. Sprague, of Monson; Hon. Herbert M. Heath, 
of Augusta; Hon. F. E. Timberlake, of Phillips. The 
committee will take into consideration all proposed and 
needed changes in fish and game laws. The committee is 
particularly anxious to have the views of sportsmen on 
the subject of killing cow moose at any time, prohibiting 
the killing of any moose without horns or of "spike 
horn" moose, increased penalities for violations of the 
game laws, especially dogging deer, reducing the number 
of pounds of trout and salmon to twenty-five instead of 
fifty; decreasing the amount of game that one individual 
may take to one bull moose, one buck deer and one doe. 
W. T. Farley with his friend Harry Clark are just out 
of the woods from their very successful deer hunt at 
Andover Surplus, Me. They found the ground covered 
with snow, and they arrived on the ground the day fol- 
lowing a light, fresh snowstorm. The number of deer 
surprised them, or at least the tracks. Mr. Clark got a 
fine buck the second day. Mr. Farley got a handsome 
buck on the third day. The gentlemen are very pro- 
nounced in their praises of deer hunting in Maine; done 
in the right spirit. But they are down on the slaughter 
that is being practiced. In some cases three or four 
guides to the man are hired, and they take all the deer 
they can get; each hunter carrying home his quota of 
three. Such men should go into the business of deer 
butchering. Special, 
Down on the Marsh. 
Qot-drunk, got-drunk, got-drunk. "Yes, my friend, I 
judge from all reports they did," I made answer to the 
old veteran mossback on a big lilypad not far from my 
tent, where we were camped, fishing for bass and shoot- 
ing woodcock. Jug-o-rum, jug-o-rum, jug-o-rum, said 
another. "Yes, they must have had pretty good jag-on, 
jag-on, jagon; well, everything looks that way if the 
stories I've heard are true." Elder-blue, elder-Hue, elder- 
blue. Wilber-too, Wilber-too, Wilber-too. "They were 
both here," I answered, "but, thank goodness, they've 
gone; and who was the third party with them?" Peters, 
pe-ters, pe-ters. ' 'That's it, that explains the whole mat- 
ter." A party had camped in this same place a few days 
before and had had a regular spree. They were Elder 
Blue, Wilbur and Peters. I knew them and had heard of 
them before. And the last thing I heard before hearing 
a woodpecker call the long roll for breakfast as the sun 
rose, was the frogs deploring the depravity of human 
nature in general and talking the matter over. H. B. J. 
Wabasha, Minn , Nov. 17. 
Game Trophies for the Sportsmen's Exposition. 
Washington, D. C, Nov. 16. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: Permit me to say a word in behalf of the Sports- 
men's Exposition to be held in the middle of May next, at 
Madison Square Garden. I think this opens a first-class 
chance to get an exhibit of hunting paraphernalia, and 
of trophies the like of which has not before been seen 
here or elsewhere. Some years ago there was an exhibit 
of heads in London and a very good series of measures 
taken of them. A committee composed of Mr. Archibald 
Rogers, Mr. George Bird Grinnell and myself will be con- 
nected with this exhibit to the extent of being the 
measuring committee for the heads. I sincerely hope 
that all owners of big heads will send them to the ex- 
position. I should feel a little ashamed if in T5ur exposi- 
tion on our own soil we were not able to show better 
heads than were shown in London, where the trophies 
were all from Eaglish sportsmen. 
Theodore Roosevelt. 
Maine Hunting. 
Eustis, Me., Nov. 16. — Four moose hunters left this 
place for Spring Lake last Monday morning and returned 
to-day. They report killing four moose, two caribou and 
one deer; and they let four moose pass within easy rifle 
range that they did not shoot. The snow is 6in. deep, and 
makes the finest of hunting. All parties wishing to shoot 
large game should drop a line to A, B. Douglass. 
Florida Information Wanted. 
A correspondent asks for the address of a writer in 
these columns who offered to refer inquirers to a certain 
point in Florida where shooting and fishing are combined 
with moderate expenses. If this meets the eye of that 
contributor he will please communicate with us. Perhaps 
some one else can suggest such a place. 
Ohio Quail. 
Lodi, O., Nov. 18.— Quil season opened Nov. 10 with a 
snow storm, but last week was pleasanter, so I managed 
to get a few birds. Quail are more plenty than last fall, 
but not as two years ago. Rabbits are numerous, as usual. 
E. 
Long Island Rabbits. 
At Lindenhurst, L. I., last Tuesday I killed thirteen 
rabbits in four hours; pretty good luck for so short a dis- 
tance and time. Any one going there can get good accom- 
modations at Gleste's Hotel. A. H. 
The Market and the Game. 
Edgar, Neb., Nov. 20. — There are plenty of quail here 
<fchis fall but the market-hunter is getting in his work 
every day and many are being shipped out, mostly to 
Chicago. H. 
The name Cammeyer stamped on a shoe means "standard of merit. 17 
A catalogue of sportsmen's feotwear will be sent free on application. 
■Address A. J. Cammeyer, New York. — Adv. 
If you want fur-lined coats, vests, or robes, or anything in the line 
•of fine gentleman's furs, you should write O. G. Gunther's Sons, 184 
JTifth avenue, New York.— Adv. 
ANGLING NOTES. 
Supervisors' Laws. 
It is to be presumed that there was some good reason 
why, after conferring power upon boards of supervisors 
to "pass at their annual sessions such laws and ordinances 
as shall afford additional protection to and farther restric- 
tions for the protection of birds, fish, shellfish and wild 
animals except deer," etc., etc., that the time was fixed 
for such laws to take effect as follows: "No such ordi- 
nance shall take effect until the first day of May next 
after its passage." But after thinking the matter over for 
the past fifteen minutes I cannot discover why April 1 
would not do just as well and serve every purpose intended 
by the law as it stands. 
I was appointed by the Mohican Rod and Gun Club as a 
committee to go before the Supervisors of Warren county 
and ask for a law closing for a term of years the brooks 
tributary to Lake George in which the TJ. S. Fish Com- 
mission has this year planted 12,000 fingerling landlocked 
salmon. The planted streams contain a few trout, but 
the supervisors for the sake of possessing the salmon are 
willing to close the streams against fishing for any fish at 
any season, which is the only true way to protect a planted 
stream until the fish get a start. What will be the result? 
The supervisors will doubtless pass the law, and it will 
take effect the first of next May, but the trout fishing 
season opens, now, in these streams on the 15th of April, 
and next year it will be legal under the State law to fish 
for trout in the streams for two weeks before the super- 
visors' law can go into effect, and it is the trout fishermen 
that have caught the little Atlantic salmon in streams 
further north until salmon are no longer planted in them, 
and I think we cannot expect the landlocked salmon to 
escape unless the Legislature comes to their rescue and 
changes the word "May" in Section 273 of the game laws 
to read "April." It is true that the open season for land- 
locked salmon does not begin until May 1, but it is mighty 
hard for some fishermen to distinguish between a trout 
and a landlocked salmon if they have the chance to catch 
both in the same stream. I do not believe in constant 
tinkering with the game law, but unless there is some 
good reason why it should not be changed, and I know of 
none, it is to be hoped that the Legislature will make the 
change so that supervisors' laws will go into effect on 
April i. That gives ample time for the laws to become 
known, and now that the TJ. S. Fish Commission has com- 
menced stocking New York waters with landlocked salmon 
on a large scale, and the people, wherever the fingerlings 
have been planted, desire to close the streams against all 
fishing, to give them every protection, the law should 
lend itself to aid the people in this direction. 
"Section 1 4-0." 
Ever since, and in fact before, Section 140 of the Game 
Law^of New York was enacted , I have tried in various 
ways to accomplish its repeal, as it is a menace to all fish 
protection in Warren county. Only a few weeks ago I 
told in this column how it defeated justice that the 
Mohican Club attempted to mete out to a notorious fish 
poacher. When I went before the supervisors to have 
the landlocked salmon protected in the streams, I pre- 
sented a bill "for the further protection of fish in Warren 
county," and the supervisors very kindly put it through 
with the other, It is intended to defeat the infamous 
provisions of 140 as to spearing, netting and shooting fish 
in Warren county. I say "intended" after due delibera- 
tion. Returning on the cars from the county seat, a 
certain judge asked if I had accomplished the legislation 
I sought, and I said yes, and that I had secured the 
passage of one bill that might give some of the gentlemen 
of his profession business ia the courts. That if it was 
not good law it would at least make the other fellow do 
the walking — to prove it. He asked if the doubt was in 
regard to the powers of the supervisors, and I said that it 
was: "If that is all your bill will stand, for you do not 
know what extraordinary powers the supervisors of this 
county have. Years ago, and a good jnany of them, a 
Court of Sessions sent a man to the county jail for say, 
sixty days. The supervisors were holding their annual 
meeting at the time, and they decided to have the prisoner 
brought before the board that the members might review 
the proceedings of the Court. The prisoner duly appeared, 
and after solemn deliberation the board resolved that the 
prisoner should be formally admonished by Elder Blank 
(one of the supervisors) and discharged. And he was dis- 
charged! So I say to you, if your bill is only a little 
matter of difference between your lawyer and the lawB 
of the State, I think your case a good one." The only 
trouble is that if the validity of this land is ever success- 
fully disputed, I fear the lawyer will blame the whole 
thing on to me. In the mean time the Mohican Club will 
go ahead as though the law was the best and strongest 
ever enacted, and I think it is as good as the average 
game law. 
Bad Black Bass. 
While Judge B.'s story may be considered the humor- 
ous feature of my journey in search of laws to protect 
our fish, I heard another story on the cars that is any- 
thing but humorous. I met Mr. Scott Barton, of Brant 
Lake, N. Y. , who wished to know various things about 
fish and fishing, all of which led to his telling me that 
last year a black bass spawned near his dock in 
shallow water, where the fish was under his observation 
daily. The young bass were hatched in June and re- 
mained about the bed for a week or ten days, the parent 
fish guarding them and driving away any other fish that 
came about. After about ten days of the most solicitous 
care and brooding on the part of the parent fish, Mr. 
Barton noticed one morning that the old bass was charg- 
ing right and left through the brood of young fish, and 
that the young were making every effort to escape into 
any shelter that offered, "In fact, it looked to me as 
though that old devil was eating its own babies." The 
next morning the brood of young bass appeared to be 
greatly reduced in numbers, and the old fish was again 
charging into the fry, apparently with malice afore- 
thought. Mr. Barton was so incensed at the unnatural 
action on the part of the parent bass that he baited a 
hook and caught the old inonster, and upon opening it 
thirty-eight or thirty -nine little black bass were found in 
its stomach. 
