March ig, 1898.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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Jottings on my Soathern Roand-op. 
I USUALLY make a trip through part of my territory, starting 
early in January and retiu-ning home in beginning of March. 
This jaunt carries ine through most of the Southern States and 
Texas, where I go to see my friends and incidentally to say a 
few loving words ancnt the Parker gun. Of course there is very 
little on these lines to be said, so much having already been 
said, sung, and whistled by 500,000 people more or less on that 
subject regarding that particular gun. Still none being so deaf 
as those who won't hear, it is just as well to keep ding-donging 
away, and sometimes with due diligence and perseverance one 
may convert a doubting Thomas; hence my ramble, my pere- 
grinations commencing this time very near home. 
At Louisville, Ky., I came face to face with the unpleasant 
fact that the old Kentucky Gun Club had vacated its pleasant, 
historic and most accessible grounds, and that therefore the 
hospitality so freely extended to one and all by that splendid body 
of men would have to be dispensed in the future from some 
other grounds. It is with feelings of regret that this announce- 
ment is made because we all know how welcome any and all of 
tts have been at the familiar old place, and while a club with 
so much wealth and unbounded enthusiasm can always find another 
location, yet the fact remains that in our memory will always 
dwell recollections of the championship events fought to a finish 
there, and the many enjoyable evenings spent seated about the 
grotmds chatting on dogs and gams with a bet of men who love 
sport for its own sake and who moreover arc cosmopolitan enough 
to understand that we can't all be rich nor yet college bred 
men, yet we should at least be gentlemen, failing in which we 
ought to have the common decency to be as gentlemanly as we 
can, and let it go at that. , 
At Charleston, S. C, 1 had the plea.surfe df seeing Mr. John 
H. Murdoch, with whom I had a delightful confab on game, par- 
ticularly ruffed grouse and partridges, on both of which he is 
a capital shot. Since the death of Mr. Bardin, his partner, Mr. 
Murdoch has not done very much field shooting, but is looking 
forward to better times ahead. 0( course 1 saw the only Barney 
Worthen, who seems to be getting bigger and broader every year. 
There may be a few men in America who shoot targets as well 
as our Barney, but they are decidedly scarce, while a more modest, 
quiet, unassuming shooter it would be quite impossible to find. 
May his shadow never grow less. Messrs. Peterraan and Swann 
were also "in evidence," the former shooting a terrific clip, almost 
abreast of Barney, and the latter so full of vim and vigorous 
talk that an hour in his company is equal to a good rub-down, 
or electric shock from a powerfrd battery. To properly appreciate 
and fully understand Mr. Swann you should be with him afloat; 
then and there he looms up like a pillar of fire at night, render-, 
ing the soft balmy atmosphere of his own sweet tropical clime 
asrlow by his impressive, striking and phosphorescent remarks. 
Wait till you see him miss three or four straight targets. Depend 
upon it, his powder is always plentifully supplied with sulphur: 
be it black or nitro, that ingredient is ever well served. And 
yet, and yet if any friend is in need, whatever may be the emer- 
gency, where can he go for more sporitaneous and certain relief 
than with oiu' good friend Swann? 
At Savannah, (ia., things were quiet; indeed since the most un- 
timely end of the man whom all will be proud to call their friend— 
of the man known and loved by all alike — of the incomparable, 
late lamented George Cape — things in the shooting world have re- 
mained quiet, and so will for many a day. George Cape did not 
go in for very much trap-shooting; he loved a dog; he was 
a genuine sportsman outright and one of the most graceful 
finished shots afield that the writer has ever had for a companion. 
A man of immense strength and activity, he sauntered along 
from morning till night with that careless, easy, graceful stride 
that proclaims without further harbinger the trained athlete, the 
indefatigable pedestrian. No man could lounge about a club 
room, or saunter more leisurely along a boulevard than George 
Cape; but be not deceived, he could wade in mud knee deep for 
hours and never turn a hair, or be could vault a fence like a col- 
lege prize winner, carrying an 81b. gun as though it was a feather, 
and shooting in that superbly easy, swinging manner which is just 
as natural to some men as it is for a duck to swim or a Spanish 
woman to walk. Be the rise where it may, or the angle never 
so acute, he never lost his aplomb. Every shot looked easy when 
he fired it; he never got twisted either in trying a backward 
shot at a darting snipe flushing from the rear, and we all know how 
hard that is when both legs are stuck fast in the mud or when 
cutting down a pair of oartridges going in opposite directions 
through tangled vines and dense underbrush. He handled a gun 
in precisely the same manner as a finished billiard player does his 
cue, and I can stiU hear his merry, gleeful laugh when he missed 
a shot, or more often still when he made a "grand-stand" 
double. 
As well Savannah has lost George Cape; Knoxville, Arthur 
Mead; Jacksonville, Bryan Taliaferro, who goes ne.xt to the great 
unknown; who goes next to join that trio and the millions 
and millions of billions though there be who have gone before? 
Mark me, predestined wanderer, be thou who thou wilt, seek 
these radiant souls and tell them we are impoverished bj' their 
loss, nor can we find others to take their places. 
Of mere shooters the land is full to overflowing, but the gap 
between a shooter and a sportsman is wider than the chasm 
separating a Landseer or even a Michael Angclo from a white- 
washer smearing a fence. 
So I say, and say it advisedly: "Brave souls, we miss thee, 
for of such clay as was thine is the true ^sportsman made!" 
At Montgomery, Ala., I expected great things; tremendous 
bags of doves loomed up before me, and I went on from place 
to place attentive to my work, yet with mind far away in the 
dove field near Montgomery. I at last arrived, so had my shells 
(I won't say how many), and so had my incomparable Whitworth 
.steel gun. Furthermore, my aflSicted hands and wrists were 
behaving pretty well, so all seemed to promise a great day at 
doves. Upon entering Mr. W'estcott's store Tom Westcott came 
up with a sad long looking face and to my joyful pent-up ex- 
clamation of "Semper paratus!" he simply threw up his hands 
•and told me in his soft, sorrowful way that the doves had all left 
the baited field; that the shooting was knocked on the head. He 
further told me that our very good friend Mr. Jewell had ridden 
a full 100 miles on an engine to be sure that all was in readiness 
for the next day; to engage teams to take us from the little 
railroad station at 4 A. M. next morning; to see to our luncheon, 
etc., etc., and that as a precautionary measure and to make as 
surance doubly sure he had driven out to the field itself "just 
to see how many thousands there were," he said. W-^ell, he did 
not see any. The man who had baited and guarded the field 
told him that no doves had been seen there for several days, 
so that settled it, and me and my most creamy, juicy, well loaded 
factory shells and my gleaming, blue-barreled, double-barreled 
gun, and my erstwdiile stiff though willing wrists and hands — 
and all was well, barring the doves, and they too were well — 
well out of it; and so it goes. So w^e must wait until some other 
time and trust to luck to have a better report to make of the great 
dove shoot that was to have been near Montgomery. 
Albeit I thank my friend Jewell, because I know his disappoint- 
ment was keener than mine, and because he had done so much 
and in such a thorough earnest way to give us all a rattling good 
shoot. 
At New Orleans I saw lots of things: one can always, if so in- 
clined, see a good deal in New Orleans. Really outside of New York, 
why isn't New Orleans No. 2? or is it No. 1? I have a very dear 
chum there whose name is John W. Phillips, and of all the good 
fellows, bred-in-the-bone sportsmen I know, I cannot put one 
single one ahead of Mr. Phillips. He has the feu sacre to such 
an extent that were he deprived of shooting during the winter I 
think he would very soon be under the daisies. Indeed if he 
could not leave New Orleans methinks he would patrol those 
wide and deep ditches on either side of Canal street, hoping to 
flush a snipe or scorch on his wheel in early morning along 
the river bank in the hope of ttunbling down a duck on its 
passee. 
So we went to Abbeville, a splendid place generally, and one m 
which we have done well in other years. But it had rained a good 
deal and it continued to pour incessantly. The whole countrv 
was very soon under water, the snipe were banished, our fonii 
hopes vanished, and we vamoosed the ranch, after being nearly 
swamped in our wagon several times or oftener. So the doves 
and the snipe had leagued aeainst me. and nothing was left but 
to pull up stakes and say adieu to dear old John — and T hated to 
le?ve him, so I did. 
Returning to the city from New Iberia, we were told a 
verv pretty story, which I will endeavor to relate though I know 
fu'l well that I cannot do it justice, as the surroundings, people, 
enftnms and climate have much to do with all such sentimental 
ditties. W^ell. it appears that lona:. lonar ago a patrician of France. 
" — nn who had lived in gay Paris for the most part and who 
bad married one of the most beautiful w^imen of that city, left 
u hpPe Fr.ance and came to this flat, treeless country.' and 
there bought an immense estate, where he lived for raanv years 
a king on his own domain and monarch of all he surveyed. Com- 
iner from a country renowned alike for its beautiful trees and its 
most delicate flowers, the French grandee at once had many trees 
planted, forming a dense wood around his house, and long ap- 
proaches lined with avenues of tall stately trees. One by one his 
children left him, some died, some settled in far away States, 
and then he lost his wife, no that of all the dear ones none re- 
mained - nothing but his trees. Finally becoming old and infirm, 
and yielding to the entreaties of a married daughter to come and 
make, his home with her, he at last decided to abandon the old 
homestead, though with many regrets, for there his life had 
been spent, and all the good of it came from among that grand old 
grove of beautiful trees. So after having discharged his many 
and old faithful servants one morning he entered his carriage 
and drove away, an old broken-down, feeble, sorrowful man. 
Reaching a grand avenue of tall, magnificent trees he uncovered his 
head, bowing to each one as he passed it, and on reaching the 
end be leaned over, arose and said: "Adieu, rnes arbresi Adieu, 
mes beaux arbres! Adieu, pour toujours" — Good-by, my treesl 
Good-hy, my beautiful trees! Good-by forever! And a puff 
of wind sent from who knows whence, going who knows whither, 
caused the graceful, grand and perchance loving trees to bow 
their lofty heads and say adieu! 
And so passed out of the Teche country never to return a 
grand old nobleman, leaving behintl him a landmark that will 
endure for generations; and when some stifliitg day, after having eiv 
joyed the shade and rest afforded by these his Jdols then the 
weary traveler may rejieat with the patrician of France, "Adieu, 
mes arbres, pour toujours." 
I have a dear, kind and brainy friend, who some time ago moved 
from Shreveport, La., to Lake Charles in the same State, and to 
him I promised time and time again that I would check my bag- 
gage and camp with him a day or two, knowing full well that for 
me the latch-string of his cheerful, hospitable and genuine South- 
ern home is always hanging on the outside of the door. So I left 
my very comfortable seat in the Southern Pacific sleeper and got 
out at Lake Charles. 1 bad no sooner reached the door than 
I saw my shooting companion, Mr. J. C. Elstner, elbowing his 
vyay through the throng, eager to get at me. as I was at him. 
So of course we very soon met and had a good friendly hand- 
shake, and Jo told me all about his family and his dogs, and old 
Bess particularly, over which I had shot snipe before. Then 
incidentally he told me how nicely he was doing in his business, 
and that he was so "real glad'' to see me, and all that, that I felt 
like an ingrate at not stofiping off at his place long before. 
So driving along in his carnage we soon reached the hotel, and 
there were met by Monsieur Pierre Theaux, of the Howard Hotel, 
who _assigned^ me to about the only vacant room he had, made me 
feel awfully jolly and quite at home instanter, and went up 100 
degrees in my estimation forthwith by informing me he knew 
my chum Mr. W. Phillips, as he had often hired rigs and carriages 
from him former^' when there was good shooting about New 
Iberia, where M. Theaux had a livery stable. So we had supper, 
Jo and I, made still more palatable by a bottle of good while 
wine thoughtfully sent in by Mr. Theaux. Of course we talked 
dog and gun (what else cotdd two such chaps converse on intel- 
ligently), and made our plans for an early start the next morning 
in quest of snipe — if any — partridges for sure. 
Somehow wc did not get a very early .start, indeed we got a 
very late one; nevertheless we managed by dint of good shooting 
and splendid work by the dogs to bag forty-seven snipe and 
quail and returned home long before 6 P. M. with the proverbial 
sportsman's appetite. On the way home we overtook a couple 
of men who had been out that day and killed some prairie 
chickens — 1 don't remember how many, eight or ten I think. 
W'ell, the sight of those big fine birds enthused me, and carried 
me back many a day and Over many a mile to the vast plains 
and prairies of the Northwest, where I have killed so many hun- 
dreds, and hundreds of them. So 1 determined to give them 
a trial on the next day, and being piloted by a professional 
hunter, whose name is Love — a very good man by the way, who 
knows all about that country — we started at 5 A. M. and drove 
off the reel fifteen miles out to the prairie only to find the grass 
all burned off. so of course that squelched all chances of game in 
that direction. However, 1 did get three, having shot at four dur- 
ing the day, one unfortunate going off with a broken leg and 
flying so far that, although over a level, treeless country, neither 
of us could mark him down. On thi« occasion I used my 
Whitworth steel Parker pigeon gun, full choke, and had in it 
factory-loaded U. M. C. trap shells, with 3%drs. Du Pont and 
1% Tatham cliillcd 7s, 3in. cases. I can safely assert that I 
did not get a shot at any of the chickens inside of 40yds., and as 
the gun is pretty light on right trigger — much too light for a 
field gun — I invariably pulled it off before I was o:i my bird, so 
had to do the business with the left barrel. It was blowing a 
very stiff breeze, and yet with this small shot in such a high 
wind and at such a distance, it was remarkable how that gun 
and those loads killed stone dead these big birds, two of which 
were over 70yds. off. So I came back with my scant supply 
after a thirty to thirty-five mile drive, feeling all the better for 
the ozone. 
Jo Elstner soon looked me up and we agreed to make one more 
day of it; this time starting early sure enough and going for 
quail principally, but snipe should we find any. So we put out at 
about 5 A. M., killed a few quail and were doing nicely wlien we 
saw an old rice field which was a very likely place for snipe. 
We tried it, and before we got over the fence up went several 
wisps, wild as hawks, but nevertheless snipe. So we hammered 
away. Jo soon ran out of small shot loads, and as I was using 
a 16-guage gim I could not help him, but he stuck to it manfully 
and made some surprising long kills with No. 5 shot. On this 
day Mr. Roberts, cashier of the Calcasieu Bank accompanied us 
and used Jo's little^ 16 Parker, with which in his maiden effort 
he bagged seven snipe. When the bag was counted we found we 
had 107 quail and snipe, so as that was "a plenty" wc drove 
home, and all voted it a great day for us. For my part what 
pleased me most was that my foot, which has been very painful for 
a long time, held me well up on that day and did not go back 
on the old man once. I also had a sjilendid opportunity of 
testing my heavy (ly^lh.) full-choke 16-bore Parker gun, and a great 
shooter it certainly is. When we saw the snipe flushing in 
wisps and singly away off we knew that meant plenty of 
shooting and not too many snipe, so we at once dispatched the 
wagon back to town for more ammunition. As I had no more 
16-gauge shells 1 had my hammer Parker pigeon gun sent out and 
some great loads, i. e.. Smokeless, factory-loaded shells. Sin. long 
with SVidrs. Du Pont and 1^4 Tatham No. 8Vz chilled shot. 
That combination, take it all in all, guns and shells as so loaded, 
is hard, very hard, to beat, for a snipe especially. It was de- 
lightful to me to know that though so abominable a shot as I cer- 
tainly am at targets, yet I gave a good accoimt of myself on this ex- 
tremely difficult, extra long-range shooting, which goes clearly 
to prove that my early training in the meadows at the north 
of France while at college there had not been forgotten; nor 
had the precepts of my beloved grandfather, than whom a better, 
more thorough sportsman never lived. 
At San Antonio, Tex., I met a lot of old friends, but was sorely 
disappointed when my partner down there told nie quail were 
scarce, and not in sufficient quantities to warrant going after them. 
But I could not leave the old town without having some kind of 
a shoot, so Mr. Geo. Chabot took upon himself the gathering 
of some pigeons. This he so successfully did that on next day 
at Fort Sara Houston we had a splendid time shooting at as good 
pigeons as one could find anywhere. I was struck and amazed 
at the magnificent shooting of Lieut. P. Whitworth, U. S. A., 
who, with small loads of Hazard, 3drs. in nitro shells, and l^-g 
chilled No. 6 shot, did as fine shooting and made as clean kills 
as I ever saw in my life. He shot a Parker trap gun, with which 
I don't remember how many deer, ducks, geese, quail, etc., etc., 
he has killed this season, using the full-choked and also the 
cylinder-bored sets of barrels. Mr. Whitworth won the cham- 
pionship of Texas last year at San Antonio with that gun, and 
with practice would be an awfully troublesome customer any- 
where and at anything. Capt. Foster joined us late in the day 
and made some very pretty kills. Mr. Chabot using a very 
small 24-gauge gun shot awfully well, while jMr. Gardner, when 
he Rot accustomed to his Monte Carlo stock appendage, did exceed- 
ingly good shooting. But any man who has left the army in good 
standing always feels homesick when he reaches an army post; 
there is a fascination about it that one can never outlive, and 
every bugle call left a mournful impression on my sensitive 'ears: 
every familiar army phrase kept ringing through my head, and 
I felt sad, for recollection instinctively carried nie to that glorious 
old 7th horse — Custer's regiment — with which I put in such 
happy memorable days! 
Messrs. Joe George and A. W. Adams left suddenly for the 
coast duck shooting, so I did not have the pleasure of seeing - 
very much of them. Both were in good spirits, and I hope 
to see Mr. George at the Grand American Handicao. 
At Dallas, Tex., I stayed but a very little while, still I wa.«! there 
'ong enough to shake hands with many of mv friends, and to 
Tiave a most pleai-ant shoot at 25 pigeons with Mr. Allen of 
Allen & Glum, and he beat me at that, jtist to show there is no 
ill feeling. But I will get at hini again later and give him an- 
other chance. 
At Little Rock I p«t up at the Capital Hotel with Mr. Joe Irwiiii 
and there we had a regular set-to talk— dogs, ducks, snipe, wood- 
cock, etc., etc., and guns; and I verily believe Joe Irwin is one 
of the very best hunters I have ever met, and that is saying a good 
deal, for mv acquaintance in that field is legion. 
At Memphis I struck the gang all eager and willing to shoot, 
and to know what a nice set of fellows shoot pigeons at Memphis 
one must go there and see for himself. Everyone was so bent 
on shooting tliat we went right at it hammer and tongs, and 
then .some— well, Trhy Bennett has improved to such an extent 
tliat it is surprising how soon some men learn to become good 
shots. On the day of the Memphis handicap, Feb. 22, he scored 
23 out of 25, when really he ought to have had his last bird, which 
though knocked down got up and flew out without even the excuse 
of having any one or anything to chase him; just a natural, pure 
cussedness kind of pigeon. Memphis, among other very goorl 
things, is the home of Mr. A, H. Frank, the man who captured 
the Memphis haudican first alone, and who since using his new 
Parker has scored 107 out of 111 pigeons shot at all told, stand- 
ing at 2ftyds., and many at .30 to 34yds. Mr. Frank Poston was 
unable to take part in the shoot on Feb. 22, owing to the severe 
illness of his aged mother. When Poston and Frank cross their 
Parkers fur will fly, even if a few feathers fly out too. But that 
will be an interesting match to behold. Judge W^alker, though, 
won't be far behind, if at all; and then Mr. F.drington will keep 
things very warm, while Dr. Saunders, who shoots quite as well 
as ever, will keep them all guessing. Leastwise don t forget Dr. 
D. W-'eavei-, he clings to you so hard and works bo awfully in 
dead earnest too— had medicine that! Brother Allen will soon be 
at it again, so there's no telling what those Memphis men will 
do. And if any more of them improve like Irby Bemiett and Abe 
Frank any one going down there to get their money will have 
to be Jim Dandy, or lose, and the chances are he'll lose. 
So I drifted back to my old own gun club at Louisville, Ky., 
and there for the first time shot at some pigeons that seemed as 
fast, or nearly so. as they do at W^estminster Kennel Club; and 
that in my humble, opinion is the end of ihe rope. 
It appears the Kentucky Gun Club has made permanent ar- 
rangements to hold its tournaments on a bicycle track in an 
inclosed ground, and when T know more about it I will forthwith 
enlighten my readers on this most interesting subject. 
To-morrow I leave for Boston, where the old gun and T will 
.stand totrcther on the same platform, when f hope we may make 
a favorable impression, my part of the performance consisting 
merely in telling people what they already know — i.e., that there are 
guns and guns, but that the r)ld Reliable just goes on forever. 
Gaucho. 
Audubon Gun Club. 
Buffalo, N. V., March 5. — The main event of the club's weekly 
shoot to-day was the badge shoot. In Class A E. C. Burkhardt 
and L. VV. Bennett tied. Dr. K. S. Carroll won in Class B.; 
J. E. Lodge in Class C. No. 8 event was at live birds. The 
scores were : 
Events : 
Targets: 
E C Burkhardt 
C S Burkhardt 
T I Reid 
A C Heinold S 11 16 11 
Ni'^'s 10 11 17 6 
IT L Storey 7 10 12 10 
C Hebard 
Dr E S Carroll 
Huntley 
Wilson 3 
J E Lodge 9 
Dr T .VI Rainie 5 
IT G Middaugh. 7 
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Dansvillc Gun Club. 
DaNsvium, ]Sr. Y., March 4.— The Dansville Gun Club held its 
regular practice shoot to-day. The day was pleasant, and seven- 
teen members faced the battery of the traps arranged after Mr 
Sergeant s system of throwing targets at unknown angles. The 
boy.s seem to catch on to this wav of shooting quite readily as 
our club average jumped from 47 per cent, last week to 53 per cent. 
second tirne of using the system, as the following scores 
will show: 
^vents: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 
Targets: IQ 15 10 15 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 
Bryant .3 . . 5 . , , 
McWhorter 7 11 5 9 8 6 2 .. .. 
J-'^'l^y G .. 3 5 4 2 5 6 8 7 '7 
Sotor fi 5 _ ^ 
Folts 6 5 4 7 5 . . . . '.' " 
Knowlron 3 3 4 6 8 5 
Hoffman 3 g 5 
Willey 7 11 7 "g "9 'g 'g 'g '4 'g 'j •• 
4:'"" ,-. 4 6 6 10 ti 5 5 6 6 5 6 7 
C Eschnch y) 
F Eschrich ,[ . ' " '{ '5 *j 
Fenstermachcr ; 5 g 3 6 'i '4 *4 '2 
Redmond " ^ 1 1 ^ 
WiLtzY, Sec'y. 
Worcester Sportsmen's Club. 
The annual banquet of the Worcester Sportsmen's Club was 
given at the Bay State House. Worcester, Mass. on the evening 
of March 2. At the appointed time, 8:.30, the dining room waf 
opened and the banquet began. Three tables were Tequired for 
the party. President Maynard P. Roach, with the toastmaster 
and speakers occupied the head table, which was decorated w th 
the trophy of shooting and Fishing and that of the Hunter Anns 
Co. Ihe toasts were most felicitously responded to. The mem- 
c^'"lr 1!"^*^^ P.'i?'^ -f"'!" ^- 'rougas, Jay Snell, George 
S. McClellan, E. T. Waiittaker, E, W^ Ide, George A D;u-is W-fl 
bam L. Davis C. W-W'Ms, M. D. Gilman, Dr. Edward E Pros " 
Ehsha Knowles, Alderman B. W''. Potter Tosenh K CrJ^^l' 
Maynard P. Roach, Rev. Roland A. Nichols."' a'b F Kinnev 
Wilham A. Blaisdell, William A. Tierney, H. H Gabeler B t' 
Bertels, Charles E. Forehand, C. Arthur Hanson R C AVall''' 
E. W. Buck, J. W alter Davis, O. M. Ball and F. Bucklin. 
The new officers elected are: President, Mavnard P Roach- 
First Vice-President, A. B. F. Kinney: Second Vice-Presfdent: 
Ebsha S. Knowle.s: Treasurer F. M. Harris; Secretary, A W 
c"A^^#anr*';;d^"^rii!^!^uck^.°'"^'^ ^- ^-^"-'i; 
The Treasin-er reported about $150 in the treasury. The execu- 
frth'e°Tomin1 ."ear. ""'''^^"""^ '° '"''^'^"^^ shoots and contests 
Bison Gun Qub. 
•m'^'^T''''?',,'^'^''-''''^^ 5. -The first event was at 10 live birds $5 
with the followiUR scores: Stacy 7, Mack 7. Woodbury 6 ileb- 
er 9 hft3^1 ■ "^^-"^^^ Beck 8, Cooper 10, Alderman 7, Wheel 
Wl,;.! w I • I" '\ Bauman and Ditton killed 3 
March'q Th'''f .t"^' . °°dbui-y 4, Cooper and Stacy 5 each 
March 9.— ihe following scores were made to-day: 
Events: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Events- 1 2 3 4 ^ R 7 
9 H 20 3 7 7 8 Ditton 5 5 18 5 6 5 
Cooper 8 7 18 4 6 7 .. W^rench ... ,? . 12 "s 8 5 6 
Bauman .... 6 12 20 , . 7 8 9 Foxie 33 8 
Schrier ...... ,8 6 M 3- 7 6 .. W^ieeler '.'.22.'. .V. ','. 
Event No. 3 was badge shoot. The winners were as follows- 
9"^**^ I^'tton in Class B. Schrier in Class C 
While the attendance was not large and the day perfect for 
target shooting a general good time was enjoyed by all Sec'v 
